Down on the River

This is a terrible picture I know, but if you click, all that darkness, just above the highway is geese, filling one of the last pools of unfrozen water. They sleep there every night and shuttle over us all day long. I looked west from the river bridge at dusk the other day and they were swirling above the pool like a tornado vortex all made up of geese.

Another dark time barn trip. Still no action on the calving front; a few cows scramble to their feet to see if I have any grain hidden about my person, but the rest of them just look curiously at me.

Down on the river out there in the dark, oh, my. Ducks all up and down the broken pools in front are cackling like crazy witches, QUACK, QUACK, QUACK, QUACK, QUACK, QUACK. The same pattern every time, but not the same duck....there are a lot of them, all doing the same thing. I looked here and came to the conclusion they are probably hen mallards. There are certainly enough of them around and the volume descends properly.

They are very loud and the calls come, one at a time, from a long stretch of water. It is something I have never heard before. They were yakking it up when I headed out to the barn and still at it when I returned.

Took a few minutes to walk down on the front drive and listen between the traffic. What a wild night, with that great big ducky party town, right in front of the house. The geese bugling gently as they keep their places on the relentless water are melodious and kind by contrast.

Sun

It is warm enough to shed all jackets and sunny. Been out doing small animal chores and feeding stuff with no hat, no gloves, just soaking up the sun. Thank you to all our friends to the west for sending us this wonderful weather!

Calving

On a dairy farm it goes on all year to some extent, but since we graze our cows in summer, we have a lot of our calves between the end of one year and spring of the next. It has begun.

It is a dangerous time...the whole having babies and being born business is fraught with many hazards. We do our best to keep them safe, and that includes checking the barn late at night, early in the morning, middle of the day....seems like all the time. Things happen though and sometimes not for the best.

We moved a heifer indoors to calve last night, and I got up about two hours before I wanted to so I could check her. She is fine so far, but I suspect that within a few hours she will have her first baby. Lots of trips to the barn today I guess.

Cows Save Farmer's Life

Read about it here.

Christmas Bird Count

Common Redpoll (Photo by Alan)

If you click you can see that the air is full of water

from these Mallards taking off out of the fish hatchery

We have been counting our little section of the Johnstown circle for many, many years. My mom and dad began, then asked me to join them, then the brothers joined in and now our grown children come along when they can. This year because the count was on a Monday there was no one available except Alan and me. They weather mages were threatening terrible weather.

However, even in the scant light of O'dark-thirty this morning, it was easy to see that we didn't get any snow at all...lots of wind, but not a flake.

All we could say was YAY!!

Since we don't get milkings off on Monday we had to do chores before we left and got a late start. Didn't matter atall. Before we even got to Mom and Dad's we saw a gigantic flock of crows and a big mess of pigeons and turned up the road to count them. There were at least 105 crows in the flock, and fifty pigeons.

While we were at it, we counted that whole road and were followed down to mom's house by a very nice lady who wondered why were looking at her yard with binoculars. See, we knew the folks who used to live there, but unbeknown to us the house had changed hands. Fortunately the lady was a dedicated bird person and glad to know what we were up to. We got that bird count sign on the car as soon as we got to the house though.

It was a surprisingly good day. We missed a lot of common birds that we usually count, but saw some good ones. A solitary red poll...a mess of cedar waxwings...mallard ducks at the fish hatchery. All in all a pretty good day.

(and some huge trout).

Our Numbers:

132 American Crows

1 Common Red Poll

4 White-breasted Nuthatches

15 Blue Jay

27 Mallard Ducks

93 European Starlings

30 Mourning Doves

231 Rock Pigeons or rock doves or whatever the heck they are calling them these days

2 Tree Sparrow

2 Brown Creepers (we walked into my aunt and uncles woods specifically to look for these and found them almost immediately...thankfully, because it was frigid!)

3 Red Tailed Hawks

29 Cedar Waxwings

18 Gold Finches

91 Black-capped Chickadees

6 Tufted Titmice

2 Northern Cardinals

11 Dark-eyed Juncos

1 Hairy Woodpecker

10 Downy Woodpeckers

3 House Finches

26 House Sparrows

Hope You are Safe and Warm and Out of the Weather

Looks like this storm is walloping a lot of folks on the East Coast and I do hope you are safely out of it.

Our Christmas bird count is today.....don't know why it had to be on a weekday, but it isn't me who gets to decide. Still pitch dark out here and will be for quite a while yet, but it doesn't look like we got any snow. Yet. Howling a gale, but no snow.

No idea what to expect in the county to the north, but I do know I wish the count had been yesterday. Birds were out in huge numbers, emptied the feeders shortly after noon. Saw a sharp shinned hawk while filling the stove....probably lured in by the throng at the feeders. I think we have the largest population of chickadees I have ever seen and the white-crowned sparrow is still hanging around. Tons of gold and house finches, titmice, juncos, field sparrows, tree sparrows, and the other usual feeder birds each day.

We will be starting latish on the count, because this is not our morning off, but got to get milking in a minute. Stay warm!

Sunday Stills....Hats

This was a surprisingly hard one. There are lots of hats around, but no time, no time. Here is a hat from the archives, of which we were pretty proud. Now the kid is one semester away from finishing college and moving on to yet another hat.....somewhere with a full time job (one that is not farming, that is)

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Merry Christmas

To all our wonderful friends, family, and everyone who stops here today. Hope you all have a wonderful day of peace and joy, which are the best things that there are.

****Update, we already have our first Christmas present, a heifer calf by Woodbine Ellason was born to Blink, the French Fry cow.

Starlings

Thanks to Ellen for posting this.

This is Just Cool

But probably wouldn't surprise most border collie owners. Ours have all been so intuitive and observant of our actions that they never cease to astonish us.

The world's most extensive animal vocabulary belongs to a border collie. (This kind of "research" has got to be fun. Around here we call it "playing with the dog.")

Nick's favorite commands by the way are "all right" and "eat your food". (I suspect he would also love to hear, "get the kitty", someday, but that is not likely to happen.

Is This Hawk Shivering?

I think maybe, but he is hanging around just the same. Hope you are all enjoying a fine Christmas Eve and have a wonderful day tomorrow. Here at Northview the boss is filling up all the feeders with extra haylage, the chickens have fresh shavings in the little coop Mappy gave us, the porch kitties are enjoying some of the stuff they stuff inside turkeys before they send them out (the heart and neck are boiling nicely on the stove) and Nick had three big biscuits instead of one this morning. Thank you to everyone who sent us good wishes or lovely Christmas cards. You are wonderful and we are very grateful.

Oh, and I got a Christmas present yesterday...well actually I got several, but some were more welcome then others. I love, love, love the Norfolk Island pine. I have four now, getting bigger and bushier and adding lots of green to my jungle in the living room. And the tube feeder to replace the old one that I dropped last week. I am delighted as are the gold finches and chickadees.

Thanks guys!!

However, as to the summons to jury duty. Cmon, it's Christmas Eve, couldn't it have waited?

Eh, I am not too worried about it though. I am too darned opinionated to ever get chosen. And if I do, well, it pays a lot better than dairy farming.

Have a great day!

Randomly Yours

Winter

Yep, the white-crowned sparrow still hasn't read the manual on migrating in a timely fashion

Feast to Famine

First we had flooding. Too much water in the barn. We water flowing in the mangers, sopping cow beds, endless sweeping and shoveling and running of the gutter chain.

Then last night we had none. I was watering pen calves while milking; Becky was watering indoor babies, when it just died out without a whimper. We had heard sirens. We wondered.

Shortly after the water went off the lights did too. Milkers stopped, instant darkness, even the cows jumped. And of course we still haven't been able to replace the generator cables.

After we got the machines taken off the cows and hung up and everything shut off (I just happened to have a little flashlight in my pocket and the kids had cell phones, which serve in a pinch) Alan went down street to find that this had happened. (I feel so bad for the poor folks involved, to have such a thing occur so close to Christmas...or any time really. Such a sad thing for them.)

Thanks to the wonders of those cell phones and Alan having friends on other farms around the Town of Glen, we soon knew that it was a widespread outage.

We went inside and sat in the house in the dark, talking and debating what to do. Most of the cows were milked already because Liz needed to get some rest, having been up all night Monday taking her boyfriend to the emergency room (he is out of danger, but pretty uncomfortable). She had finished most of the boss's cows too, so there were only about thirteen head left to milk. It was tanker day though and the tank had not yet been turned on, so if the outage went on for more than a couple of hours we were going to have to dump the milk.

We heard through the grapevine that ten PM was the earliest power would be restored...this was at about seven-twenty.

So we decided to go to the barn, feed out some hay (grain is moved into the barn with an auger...electric of course...and the girls hadn't had their evening feeding) and start hand-milking the high producers. We would have to throw away the milk, but we didn't want them to be uncomfortable for any longer than was necessary.

I was standing there in the dark in the kitchen, fishing around for a wool sock under a chair, getting ready to do all that, when, squeaky-squeaky, flash-bang, the furnace fan began to rotate, the lights blinked on and all the clocks in the kitchen began flashing the wrong time.

There was no need for a food court. The four of us (we sent Liz to get that sleep when we saw that it was going to be a late night) burst into the farmer version of the Hallelujah Chorus.

We could milk. We could feed. We could cool the milk and wash the pipeline. We could eat dinner, only an hour or so late and get our own sleep.

There was plenty to be joyful about and we were. With all the machines on my line, we finished milking the cows in about twenty minutes, fed them some extra just because and came indoors to computers and warmth and glowing light bulbs, which we purely do not appreciate enough.

Flooding

Yeah, we were wishing Noah would bring by some equipment on Saturday. We had the annual family Christmas party in the afternoon, so of course when we got to the barn that morning we found a flood of biblical proportions. Lucky, who is indeed lucky, all things considered, broke her water bowl right off.....which left water, for which we are incidentally required to pay at double the local rate, flowing freely.

Apparently all night. One stable cleaner is level so the water can be run right into the spreader.

The other goes up to go out and water, although it wonderful stuff in the right place and time, refuses to flow uphill. There was so much water that both our little sump pumps turned up their toes. Alan rebuilt one several times before it finally gave up completely.

The women milked while the men moved water and wet, ruined feed and calves that needed new, dry stalls.

Despite all we made it to the party and weren't even the last to arrive. It was nice. Got to meet the new baby and hug everybody at least twice and eat more good food than should be legal. The barn is still soggy and now the spreader has ice in the bottom and won't run, but we will get through this, don't worry. Better days are coming. Here's hoping that seven day forecast has a few hours well above freezing in store for us. Otherwise we will be piling the you-know-what for a while.

Sunday Stills...Holiday Decorations

We barely have any Christmas decorating done this year, so these were pulled out of the china closet for their close up.

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Christmas "Shopping"

Is just about done.

The Basics of Apple Jelly

A sink full of pink ladies and granny smiths, with a gratuitous red geranium reflected from the windowsill.

Merry Christmas, Have a Hot Shower

Year round!!!!

***I could sing the Hallelujah Chorus myself right now! We were looking at either spending thousands or taking cold ones!

Missed

I was out in the sunset.

Camera right in my hand

Right there in my hand, turned on and zoomed out. Set on C where I often have it.

I failed just the same...missed completely

Too slow, too dark...too bad at aiming.

Thirty or so snow geese, honking softly, quieter than the ubiquitous Canadas, right behind me, the setting sun reflecting off the flashing white of their breasts as their wings beat black, pink, black, like traffic signals from the basement cat.

They were the exact color of flamingos, but seriously less elongated, like somebody washed them in very hot water. It was about the coolest thing in the world.

Sun Dogs

Weather bringers?

Winter Water Woes

Computer problems are limiting how much I can update or answer comments....sorry about that. I really appreciate talking to you, and will get caught up as soon as I get things straightened out.....as are cookie baking and frozen things. The war of the water bowls goes on and on. A water line broke in the barn day before yesterday. Thankfully the guys had only been out of the barn for a couple of minutes when they came in and found little Niagara flowing down the manger.

However, the repairs unleashed a bunch of rust into the water lines, which then got caught in all the valves in the self watering bowls the cows drink from. Thus Alan would fix a bowl and go milk a cow and then another one would start to overflow and he would fix it and milk a cow and so on....this morning there finally weren't any overflowing. Fingers crossed!

I was as surprised as folks who commented to see the white-crowned sparrow this time of year. Usually they come through in April, sing up a storm and offer us lots of enjoyment, then head on north. There are quite a few birds around though, including quite a few geese.

Hope everyone's Christmas preparations are going along well. Off the kitchen....

Brrrr

Real

Some fine music for you on this frigid Tuesday, while we ago about dealing with whatever chose to get froze last night.

Driving Excellence

I cannot wait to buy this book. Imagine taking a failing public service, running at a severe deficit, and turning it around to become both functional and profitable. Imagine lowering costs while increasing services. Imagine businesses coming to a public...that is government-run entity for advice on how to function better. I am looking forward so much to reading it.

Partly because I am astonished by what this man has done....partly because I will think it will change my way of thinking. And partly because I can brag that I babysat for him and knew him when, because he is my dear, wonderful, talented cousin. I hope he sells millions of copies. I am so proud of him!

Lucky

The Mid West took a shellacking this weekend in the weather department. We were threatened but lucked out in the end, with just a tad of ice and some drenching rains. Miserable, but nothing compared to a blizzard.

We were also lucky in that the boss told the guys over at the auction last week to give him a call if a really cheap stock trailer came in. They did and we got this for way under two thousand. It is really old, but not at all decrepit and will serve us for a bit and keep us out of the hands of the uncaring and unscrupulous among the haulers. I am grateful as heck for that.

More Ugliness on Eastern Livestock Meltdown

It always seems to come back and bite the little guy.

Sunday Stills....Pets

Click for detail

Notice the hard working border collie staring at his prey... lots of eye. Below find the prey. Nothing like a dog that works cats.

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Thinking Thankful Thoughts

I have been lately. So many of you who come here to read about life on our small family dairy farm have helped us in amazing ways over the past year. Friends, family, people whom we have never met, but who would certainly be friends if we did, have helped us put another year behind us....still milking cows, still doing what we do, despite all odds, and they have not been good odds. When we ran out of feed last winter, people helped. People called from far away to offer help. You were so good to us, who had done nothing to deserve the goodness.

It was humbling...there were amazing acts of kindness. From seeds for the garden, neat things to plant from far away, to kind words of support when the world seemed black and frozen.

You are good for our hearts and our home and our lives and I just wanted you to know that we have not forgotten and we thank you every day that comes....

Definition of a Farmer

I could add a few to this. Farmers have to wear a lot of hats these days.

The Better Half of Snow

C'mon, you knew there had to be one. It can't be ALL bad..only almost....I am not a winter fan, less so after taking a crashing fall while taking sand in so the cows had better footing (guess I should have sanded where I walk first). However, despite the bruises and bumps, there is an upside to this white stuff all over the ground.

Tracking, reading the unfolding story of what happened in the night, out in the yard while we were sleeping. There the crook-legged hen left a garbled trail over to the porch to steal cat food. Here the rooster scratched for sun flower seeds under the feeder. It is like gossip written in blue and grey against the white....every one's secrets revealed.

This morning's tabloid offered a probable explanation of where Triton went. Triton was a lovely cat Alan brought home not long ago. I really liked her....what a hunter.

Then one morning she was just....gone....we never saw her again.

This morning a set of large, like German shepherd-large, canine tracks, led from the bank of the creek right across the heifer road and all the way to the house and beyond. Right next to the cars and the back porch where Triton lived.

Canis Latrans. Bold as brass, right up to the house, right up to the hen coop, right past the pony barn. Although we have three dogs, they are all confined in warm places for the winter. None of them left the tracks. I knew there were coyotes around; you can't miss hearing them, but I had some idea that they stayed out in the field....waiting for the cats to come to them.

Hah! I swear if the door was open they would probably walk right in the living room looking for Elvis and Simon.

There are also bunny tracks out there, but very, very few compared to most winters. I guess that is the better half of having a coyote in your back yard. Besides cats, he apparently eats rabbits too.

Still.....

Duck ID

Practicing up for the Christmas Bird Count. Here is a nice page of duck identification information. (I wonder if there will be any open water at all by the time the count rolls around!)

Cold Feet on Plum Island?

Maybe

Food Court Hallelujah Story Revealed

Last week I posted the video of the flash mob that performed Handel's Messiah in a Canadian food court (it still gives me cold chills when I listen).

Here is the story behind the video.

NY Farm Bureau Annual Meeting

Is on this week. Here is a nice story from the front:

NY Farmers donate 4.7 million pounds of food

Wordless Wednesday

Steckling

Not a sugar beet...nor a steckling either

A steckling, a steckling...my kingdom for a steckling.....

But I will most happily settle for a nice definition of a steckling from any of you wonderful agricultural folks who happen to stop by. (I am working on this week's Farm Side and need to talk about beet culture.)

Sugar beets are not exactly big business in upstate NY and the Net has been helpful, but not absolutely so, in my quest to write about the recent federal court decision on GMO beets.

Thanks in advance for any help you are able to give. Quotable quotes about the beet industry would be most welcome as well. You can leave them in the comments or email me at threecollie AT gmail DOT com.

Ethanol Hurts

On one hand my car runs so badly on it, seems like all we do is buy dry gas.

On the other hand we are paying prices for concentrates (grain) for the cows that we would never even have imagined just a couple of years ago. Between the cost of feed and the high price of all kinds of fuels it is a daily struggle just to survive...a very discouraging struggle. I personally would like to see the government go out of the food for fuel business.

Here is a story about the issue with a lively discussion in the comments.

Good Morning

From kinda, sorta, snowy Northview. I guess the western end of the county really got dumped on. We just got a little bit...enough for me for sure, but just a dusting. At least it wasn't rain. It was a fairly quiet weekend, which I spent working and enjoying the company of my boy, Nick. Doesn't look eleven does he?

The Border Collie Dilemma

Seems to have been solved without any decision on my part. The female broke out of her run at her home and went and found her own boyfriend.

Sunday Stills....Pot Luck

Lots of fun this week!

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Rustlers Caught

Suspects were apprehended in calf losses in Minnesota. They wanted to start a dairy farm and decided to get an unconventional start. Check out the comments...sure had me shaking my head.

Cha-cha-changes

What is with people wanting to see what I look like anyhow? I am not thirty any more and will never be again...not forty or fifty either...I sneaked through Sunday Stills last week without too much misery. Then I got the news that my old editor (a nice guy with a great sense of humor...he always came up with cool titles) is my new editor now.

And he wants a new picture to go with the newness of the editorial page. I have soldiered along writing the Farm Side since 1998...lots of wise cracks and parentheses (just because I like 'em) and the same picture of my grinning face....for all those years. And every year I would chortle to myself....hehehe...they haven't made me change my photo yet. I was just thinking that the other week while undergoing the agony of having my picture taken for SS. I guess I laughed a couple days too soon.

I took a bunch yesterday. (I have to send an assortment.) It hurt. Think old. Think weather-beaten old. Grey even. Think weather-beaten, wrinkled-up, grey even, whistling distance of 60 farmer's wife.

Ouch. I was enjoying my fantasy dag nab it! Above is my favorite so far....that really isn't me....really it isn't.....

Something to Write Home About

Nick

Rev. Paul has a post about the Iditarod. If we can just get to the other side of this whole winter thing we have that to look forward to. I do love sled dog racing and the Iditarod is the big one. We used to go to sled dog races all the time around here. We would stand in snow banks with freezing toes, watching the dogs go by on silent feet, only the sound of their breath and the swish of the runners to mar the silence of the winter woods...nothing like snowmobiles that deafen everybody for miles around. I miss it.

That Amish fellow that we heard wanted to mate my Nick with his dog has come forward and contacted me. I am afraid I am getting cold feet about the whole deal. Nick is a good dog and well worthy of passing on his traits, but I wonder what will happen with the resulting pups. One would come to me, but what about the rest of them? Will they be stock dogs on his sheep farm or dumped on the pet market, where good working border collies do not belong? I am going to have to talk to him some more I think. Meanwhile Liz picked me up a DHL booster and I vaccinated Nick, just in case.

I do want a puppy...and a puppy from the bloodlines we have worked here for nearly two decades would be perfect but.....

Truckin'

Years ago we lost a good deal of money at the hands of an unscrupulous cattle trucker who switched our cows with his own and sold our heavier, larger animals as his. We got the smaller check. As cows aren't weighed at the farm and he wouldn't tag them we had no way to prove this. However eventually he switched a huge 1400-lb cow for an 800-lb one and we fired him and bought a trailer.

We hauled our own ever since. However, we loaned our trailer to a neighbor, his barn burned, and the trailer was damaged in the fire. Recently the metal began breaking down very rapidly...so we decided that it was not safe to use and hired a different trucker to haul a cow to the sale yesterday.

She was a big one, one of mine naturally, my Encore cow out of the Trixy family. I really, really hated to sell her in the first place. We just couldn't get her pregnant and she was mean as a snake....bills to pay so she had to go.

First the trucker couldn't get backed up to the door of the barn. Mind you, Alan, at twenty, can back a bumper pull stock trailer in, one try, on ice, snow, you name it. ...I think he could prolly do it blind folded. The ground was clear, the barnyard all scraped and nice .....This guy had a goose neck and couldn't get it anywhere near right.

He finally set up with his open door out into the barn aisle so the cow had to turn and go around it and squeeze through a little bitty gap to clamber into his filthy, stinking, wet, slippery mess of a trailer. I got the boss to make him pull out a little because I knew she wouldn't do it. It would have been hard to load a show cow that way, let alone a gigantic loony-tune like Encore (she ended up weighing a few pounds under 1500.)

Then I asked him to let me throw some sand on the trailer...he had mats and it was just a morass, wet, obviously slippery. I hate to make a cow ride thirty miles sliding around like they were on a skating rink.

He flat out refused! I mean the sand was right there. The shovel was right there. I would have done the work so he didn't have to!

He said, "Oh, I had a cow go down there this morning...she got right up...." Patronizing as heck. What would a woman know about loading cows anyhow?

I was so mad I could have spit. Of course when we brought her down the aisle, the damnfoolidiot trucker got right out in front of her waving his cane. So....she wouldn't go around the door and jumped up in the stall with my beautiful Broadway, my very favorite cow in the world, just diagnosed pregnant and doing no harm. And proceeded to bang the heck out of her.

Getting Encore out and on that truck wasn't pretty. She didn't want to go, she was a lot bigger than we are and the trucker got her all stirred up and mad.... I didn't blame her a bit.

And then he wouldn't tag her. So there we were...once again trusting that we would get paid for our big cow and not somebody else's little one.

As soon as that trailer door swung shut, I just stomped off to the house fuming. Man was I mad. The boss hurried through his work and went right on over to the sale barn and stayed and watched her sell so we were sure to get the right one. Kids and I did the night chores without him...which isn't really all that big a deal. She did sell right and we got our own check and not somebody else's...only brought 44 cents a pound, which was a good bit less than I was hoping for, but that's an auction for you.

I 'll tell you what though..... We are either patching up that old Corn Pro or we are finding a used stock trailer. When the boss and I load cows, we set up gates, we put sand in the trailer (which is backed up right square to the door) and on the barn floor and we are quiet, and quick and in the right place at the right time. It has been years since we had any rodeos loading. The cows go down to the door and jump in and we close the door...nuff said.....We even got the big, horned, beef steer on the trailer last week without any fanfare, although I admit we were worried about him. There is no reason to do it any other way, except laziness or sheer, screaming, incompetence. I will not go through that again....ever.....

So if you hear of a used trailer for a reasonable price...stock style, give me a shout. I had all I wanted of truckers yesterday.