Friday, August 22, 2014

Again with the Flooding

The calm before the storm

Ridiculous. I have no idea how Jade got home last night, as he was hauling up in the western part of the state when the really heavy rains hit.

It began raining night before last. It is raining now. It rained most of the time in between. There were horrible thunderstorms, wind, and lashings of rain, some of the hardest we have seen all summer.

All the roads were closed in front of the farm when we went to bed last night. Mud slide across the river. State of emergency for the whole county. Don't know if the report is true, but I saw on FB that someone was struck by the lightning.

I know I took the cows up the lane a lot faster than I normally do. Metal gates. Metal umbrella. Metal fence wires. Tall trees all around. Normally I meander a bit listening for good birds and staring up at the branches. Not last night.

It was nasty. It has been nasty all year. Our hay supplier from when we had the cows called to chat last night and said he was down 500 bales this year....500 big round bales that is. If we still had the cows, he would not have been able to supply us!

California, and anyone else who has come up short, come get your rain. It has outstayed its welcome.

Thursday, August 21, 2014

See What I Mean?

BouncyTwirlyLightsNMusicNoisyFunThing




Took about ten minutes for her to figure out that she could bounce and dance and have a ball. Thank you Aunt Jen and Uncle Scott

Shortcut

What happened?

Through the old feeder wagon.

What do I do now?
Maybe this will work

Dang


Banzai! 

Ma-a-a-a, ma-a-a-a, you'll never believe what just happened to me

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Cruel and Unusual



The stolen calves were finally found, but four were dead and the three remaining are not in the best of shape.

This just makes me sick. From photos of the barn where they were stolen, they lived in the best of conditions before they were taken. The place looked clean and bright and comfortable.

Now some jerks, for want of a better term, are alleged to have neglected them unto what was undoubtedly a horrible death.

Calf care is a highly skilled task. They are babies and need consistent and appropriate feed, care, and housing. Every little detail is important. You can just bet the farmer knew what height to place their feeders, what temperature to feed their milk, and what to watch for in the way of problems.

No doubt he understood the necessity for the esophageal groove to close so that the milk went into the abomasum and not the rumen, and how to achieve this goal.

And the need for warm, clean, dry bedding and freedom from drafts and damp. He surely understood animal husbandry. These brutes certainly did not. 

 I hope they throw the book at whoever did this ugly thing. 


Is it Wednesday Already



I can scarcely believe it. 

So busy. 

It has been nice, so the boss has made hay. The mow has been slowly filling up all summer, as he fought with the horrible weather, week in and week out. He has worked more Sundays this year than he ever did when we had cows. The weather pattern has had only Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday having any dry weather, so he has had to bale and store on Sunday...just no choice.

Rainbows for Linda
I've been putting up squash and beans, moving things off the honey locust tree, which alas, has to be cut down in a couple of weeks, moving my rock and herb garden, which live among her roots, and watching over the coordination of moving a pony east, the two ponies we already have to the fair...and...and...and.... The big blue spruce is going too, but I am not so attached to that one.

The air has been autumn-cool, and nights downright chilly. You can see your breath and that of the cows if you walk to the barn in the morning. Fat little Marv goes to pasture each day with his mother and Moon and his big sister, Cinnamon. He is like a little piglet, round, robust and red, red, red.



Fall migration is kicking in big time. Warblers are much in evidence, grackles are gone, haven't seen a swallow in weeks....they should be leaving this week or next, but the boss says he hasn't seen one when he's been raking hay, for ages. They are great company when you are alone out there on the tractor, swooping right across the hood and whirling over the windrows, as they seek out the bugs your wheels and equipment stir up. I just watch and enjoy, but he used to like to auction them off, taking each fleeting bird as a bid, as he practiced his bid calling.

Turns out that the darned chipmunk can climb the arbor, to which I have been moving the bird feeders from the honey locust. The chickadees aren't thrilled and neither am it.


Yesterday was interesting. I did beans on Monday, so Tuesday was squash day. I was right in the middle of boiling up a big bunch of them, when Becky called home from the restaurant where she works. Something was up with the village water, and they were having to replace all their water with purchased water.

Oh, now isn't that just grand? As it happens we have village water....




I was darned if I was going to quit in the middle and dump all that work, without more information, so I just labeled all the bags of squash that I made. 

And, sure enough, along about ten PM we finally heard that there is a boil water advisory for the village....always nice to be the first to know and all.


Seems it's an issue with the chlorination though, so I will wait to toss the squash...and the beans I did the day before..... as this has been ongoing I guess...until I hear the results of the tests for bacteria. Because everything is probably actually fine. 



Meanwhile...bottled water...and trying to be very careful for the baby's sake.

Monday, August 18, 2014

Peggy Fix




She eats carrots like a starving wolf. Not quite as crazy about applesauce and bananas. 

This Works



Really well too. I use my phone to play music while I am working, but ear phone cords are annoying, and without them it doesn't have the greatest sound, nor is it very loud.

However, I saw somewhere on Facebook, no idea where, the idea of putting the phone into a glass to amplify it.

I used this big measuring cup instead, and not only was it louder, but the bass was much richer, and the sound was improved all around.

So easy.

So effective.

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Twenty-five Years is not Enough


Forever would not be enough. Besides the evil perpetrated against the poor little children, kidnapped by these alleged fiends, a terrible crime has been committed against the whole culture of the Amish people, and against the rural mindset everywhere.

If they are not safe in their own yard, then where is there safety and sanctuary?

In the same segment of Upstate NY, where, when a neighbor loses their barn to a terrible fire, everyone, even strangers, pitches in to help in any way possible, including the Amish, who will help with the rebuilding, monsters prowl, hunting small children as if they were prey.

The court system cannot protect the innocent in this case, but I surely hope it can prove the guilt and provide the punishment for the alleged jackals among us.