Burn piles are common around here. They are built by hand or machine when trees are cut down for safety, for firewood, or in logging. Everyone loves a good bonfire, but burn piles are mostly a guy thing, and you can tell something about a guy by looking at how he builds them.
|An old pile in our field|
Our own burn piles are very different. They are tossed together carelessly and quite often never burned at all. I like to think of little birds and animals taking refuge there, maybe building dens and raising families. After a few years, the decaying leaves form enough compost for plants to take root and tangles of roses and wild raspberries grow up. The goats eat on and around them, and they eventually disappear without any more effort from us.