In the meantime, Vedder has placed the pump, an electric motor with a paddle wheel at the bottom, in the ditch. The hose that has been rolled out to the center of the plot first starts vomiting black, coffee-like sludge. “Low peat, then you always have a lot of sludge,” says Huijgen reassuringly. And it’s true, a little later clear water flows on the meadow. It’s not much yet, the sun still has to gain strength in the near future to get the engine moving. And so the bed is spread for the meadow birds.
Farmer Marcel reserves a meadow for breeding birds: ‘The return of the lapwing is imminent’
