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It is not until now when we see every day in front of us the stages of the rice growing and appreciate it . Its back breaking work, big days and from an observers point of view, a very interesting process especially here. We have seen the many stages, the many colours and right now we are witnessing the time when all the flags, either made from plastic bags or fabric are strung up on bamboo poles and twine as deterrents to the hundreds of birds that descend onto the paddies. Old tin cans are filled with metal objects and are placed upon poles and the pole pulled by a rope, making a rattling noise to scare away the little blighters eager for a feed.
The noises are constant, the tin cans and the voices of the farmers who carry on with all sorts of catcalls. Even little Art is now immitating them which is an amusement in itself! They dont go home when the rains set in, its not until the day is done, the sun goes down that they ride home on either scooter or push bike and then return before day break to manage the fields again.
rice paddy art very impressive!