Legacy Project on a Family Farm
The small tracked machine rumbled up to a clump of autumn olive 15 feet broad and 10 feet tall – one of many non-native shrubs that had invaded an old pasture on the aptly named Cottontail Farm near Scotland, Connecticut. It was a misty morning in May, and songbirds called from fencerows and hedges. The autumn olive looked dense and bushy, but it wouldn't be that way after leaf-fall and in the winter, because it was old, open-grown and straggling.
