Last Sunday I transplanted five volunteer fir trees in various places around the property.

This one self-sprouted in the southwest corner of the property, in the middle of a shrub-sized tree, so I dug it up and moved it to a grove of leyland cypress trees in that corner of the field, where it’ll eventually do more good:

This one sprouted next to a rock by the pond, which would have been fine, except it’d eventually block the view of our weeping willow. So I dug it up:

And transplanted it to a better location a little further from the pond:

I then headed down the slope on the east side, which is left wild. There are a bunch of tall and not-so-tall trees there; a nursery of baby fir trees amongst the weeds:

I was pleased to see many little seedlings sprouting up in the uncut grass; I’ve been hoping for that, both to fill out the wilderness with more trees, and provide a supply of more young trees to transplant to useful places in the future:

You win some, you lose some; further down the hill, I saw a fallen tree that took out a section of fence:

Plus some fallen tree limbs, though many of those have been there for years.  You can also see the road below our east boundary:

They came from this tall tree:

Back up the hill, I dug up three decent-sized young trees. Here’s the first in the cart:

I transplanted that one behind the white gazebo. It’s currently next to another mostly dead tree that we’ll cut down… once our chainsaw is done being serviced:

The final two fir trees I transplanted to the bank behind the pond; you can also see a portion of the north fence: