I've burnt many brush piles in my life but recently found that one should probably employ the buddy system when doing so. I would have lost less hair, I'm sure, if my husband would have been home to let me know my hair was on fire. Luckily, my sense of smell is pretty good and burning hair is a smell I know well (I played with a lot of fire when I was a kid).
So, the reason I was burning brush this week is because we've cleared a large section of our property for a chicken coop and chicken run. We piled up all of the stumps and branches and decided burning them was the best way to get rid of them. I'm starting to wish we had just dumped it all into the ravine. Burning this pile is going to take ten years. Okay, that's probably an exaggeration but it could take a while.
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| Kenn on top of the burn pile |
Anyway, at some point during my burning stumps I stood back to watch the fire and that's when I noticed the smell of burning hair. At that point I knew exactly what had happened and contemplated whether stop, drop, and roll was necessary. Deciding it wasn't, I started smacking the top of my head to put the fire out. Okay, so there wasn't really a fire on my head but rather a burning ember from the brush pile. It did burn a nice-sized chunk of my hair out though which is a bit depressing. I immediately called Kenn at work to tell him that the yard was trying to kill me again. He said that was probably an exaggeration but came home soon after anyway.
Lessons learned:
- Wear a hat when burning stumps
- When you want your husband to come home early from work just call him and tell him the yard is once again on a murder rampage
- Dump unwanted stumps into the ravine next time
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