Compost bin: the second day

The second day went rather faster than the first day, getting through the second half of the compost rather faster than the first half. Compost still very dry, much the same in appearance as on the first day. Same mixture of dead compost, live roots and debris from half rotten books. 

The odd cork, the odd bone. Odd that corks take so long to rot down. Perhaps they add something preserving when they make them out of cork mince. Perhaps the wine which soaks in during storage is preserving. Certainly true that BH does not care for this relic of alcoholism past turning up in her flower beds.

No bugs or worms at all, although I dare say if I had looked more closely there would have been some small stuff. None of the writhing masses of red worms we used to get when the compost was fed meat.

Emptying complete and the un-rotted top layer pulled back. Curious bonding on a couple of the courses of the right hand wall not visible. Maybe the apprentice got to do those courses while the bricklayer was taking a break.

All done for another year. Will it be a year until I next do it, or will the bin run to two years this time? Will this year's bumper crop of acorns speed things up? I think autumn better than spring, as then the compost has time to settle down in its new home before the new growing season.

And so far, some days on now, the foxes have not thought to stir up the compost bank behind the new daffodil bed where most of the compost ended up. The balance being spread out behind shrubs on north and south boundaries, more or less out of sight.

Reference 1: http://psmv4.blogspot.com/2020/09/compost-bin-first-day.html.