Psycho Bunny

This is the bird chasing rabbit I wrote about in the Farm Side. The thing is bizarre, racing in circles, over and over again, chasing birds off the long lawn.

You can see that it is huge for a cotton tail, but it isn't a snowshoe, which is the only other rabbit found around here. These pics aren't great because it was real early in the morning when I got them and was still pretty dark.

Psycho bunny sure hates grackles....and loves to take victory laps around the mugho pine, kicking up its heels and shaking its furry ears.

Soap and Muskets

A couple of assorted pairs of kids and the BF went to the Revolutionary War Re-enactment and Market Fair at Johnson Hall this weekend. Despite the rain they all had a nice time.

And this lovely lady was there again after a long hiatus. Beck bought me a couple of bars of her terrific soap. We met her some years ago at the market fair and bought some and have hoarded bits and stubs of it ever since. I still have a tiny bit of the gritty brown stuff she makes so the "Indians" at the re-enactment can produce the skin tone they want to go with their outfits. However she hasn't been at the fair the last few times I managed to get there, and the fair hasn't even been held for a couple of years so my supply has dwindled.

The Market Fair is always a lot of fun and except for the foot I probably would have gone too. The period costumes, camp with tents, suttlers, and assorted Revolution era entertainment are a terrific way to spend an afternoon. Great music, lots of cool people who really know how to have a good time and a lot of carefully researched and well-presented history. Mom and dad used to put on their Clan Montgomery Scottish dress and attend and they always looked spectacular. (Hey mom, got a good photo for me?)

The magnificent house itself is worth a good bit of time, as it is an amazing preservation of the life-styles of the rich and famous of that time. Used to be pretty much every class of school kids that came along got to make the tour and learn a lot about our area history and I can remember my first trip with my class (There were still a couple of dinosaurs roaming the woods nearby). Sir William and his son Sir John were big players here in upstate NY back in the day.

I am really tickled to have a couple of bars of freshly-made Scottish lye soap. Beck suggested I cut it into little bitty bars while it is still soft so it will last longer, so that is just what I did. You can't imagine how nice your skin feels after a wash with it......

Sunday Stills...the Color Yellow

This little lady didn't sing to me, but at least she came out for her portrait

All are clickable and two clicks will embigenate a bunch

I tried for yellow birds. There are enough of them around.....Gold finches, common yellow throat, yellow warblers galore. Alas, because of all the green I could hear them, but not see them.

So here is some yellow that would sit still for the camera and not hide in the shrubberies.

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Good Morning

From rainy, green Northview. The guys are still bogged down fixing the John Deere (it has had its name taken in vain a time or two I can tell you.) Of course it had to break way up in the field in a unmovable manner so they have to trek back there about twenty times a day between trips for more and more parts and more and more tools to fix the ever extending field of damage caused by a big pin breaking loose at the transmission pump. (Oh, how I love hydraulic transmissions.)

Becky's old show cow, Lemonade had a heifer yesterday, a big 'un too, so she is happy. We need to do a major heifer shuffle so we have room for new babies. Got six I would like to turn out with the milk cows to free up a pen for two shorties and two Jerseys.

What Sudex they have managed to plant between the rain and the breakdowns is up. Yay.

"Physician's" (they aren't really doctors) Committee Can't Do Math

Or maybe they "do" math, but not too awful honestly. John Bunting calls their numbers into question and backs it up with real math. A good read.

Sock Puppet

That's me.

A certain individual left his rolled up, discarded sock in the middle of the living room floor. I was called inside from a lightning photography session (fail) to answer to the absence of the Italian seasoning (which I compile from assorted ingredients).

I was hurrying because...well, because I am a mom. People call. I answer. Even though they are people who could darned well look for the spices themselves while I indulge in a little post-workday play. And other people darned well know better than to leave their laundry in the living room. I stepped down hard on the blasted sock....I was irritated at being dragged away from my deeply fulfilling relationship with the Canon.

And so, it's back to ouch and the air cast and maybe a day on crutches.

Again. I am NOT a happy camper, and somebody else will be feeding the peacocks and baby chickies and putting Nick up in his run. Probably someone with traveling socks. The ground is so rough up there I just got so I could do those chores a couple days ago.

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Mystery Solved

What has been happening to my catnip plant? I kept finding it tipped over and the stems all crushed. I thought it was the wind, but I guess not.

Fog 'n' Deeres...John Deere that is.

We have a second hand...although some days it seems at least 19th hand...John Deere 4430 tractor. Sometimes it is a pretty nice tractor, good sized for what we do and not too bad on fuel as compared to the 4490, which is a ridiculous guzzler.

However a whole, perfect hay day yesterday was spent by the guys in running around finding out why it won't move...some big shaft that had a pin break, that trashed this big, expensive thing and that other also expensive thing...and I guess it is going to be a big, big project.

Bah.

While they were at that I got some tomatoes planted....and chased truly suicidal chickens out of that little patch of dirt. They REALLY want to take that one way trip up to the Amish sale.

I think the men have some hay ready and may try to bale it with the big tractor. Sure hope so, as if there is hay in the mow, anybody can feed, as opposed to having to get green chop off a wagon with the skid steer and a tractor to run the PTO etc. Even I can clamber up in the mow and toss down a bale, although I am going to try to avoid that until such time as I can actually go outdoors without the stupid air cast on my foot. It is a big help, but it is getting old real fast. At least I can hobble around inside the house without it now, for which I am most grateful.

Meanwhile, it is another shining pearl of a foggy June morning. There is a common yellow throat wichity, wichity-ing in the box elders, an indigo bunting, cedar waxwings, and a grey catbird down below the driveway and robins everywhere. A great day to wake up in the country, tractor or no tractor.

Fog 'n' Deers

A cheerful dairy farmer contemplating his machinery

Liz and the BF hit a deer on the way home last night. Jumped right up out of the bushes and tall grass at the edge of the road up by the old dump. They heard from the police officer who answered their call that there have been a lot of them hit by cars up in that area lately.

Maybe the state should break out the state of the art mowers they bought with our tax bucks and mow the roadside so drivers have a chance to actually SEE the deer before they hit them...oh, wait, the state is broke and they want us to know it. Sorry I said anything.

Anyhow they are all right, thankfully, but the truck will need some fixing.

Haven't heard how the deer fared. There are rumors that there are a lot of them running hard into the road because certain folks are hunting them at night, in summer, in total disregard of the game laws. (Now who would ignore game laws, I wonder....). Could certainly be true, but I can't prove it so I won't come right out and say it.

Lots of break downs on the dairy farming front. Bent rod in the chopper. Something snarky with the hydraulics in the John Deere 4430. Case 930 coughed up its cookies yet again. If it ain't something it's another something I guess. Crop reporting appointment for the boss today. Not much to report yet. Just getting dry enough to plant now.

We have been fighting a persistent case of hardware in Liz's good show heifer, Gypsy. We figure it came in in some hay we bought as the Jersey right across from her had a case too. She recovered quickly though with a magnet and some pink pills and probiotics.

Poor Gypsy. I hope she will find her way through it. She is so good about being doctored on...she gets pills and shots and all the green chop she can eat.

Oh, and it is very foggy this morning, first time in a long time. Kinda pretty in a way.

Sunday Stills...Pot Luck

Boo Boo, hard at work, chewing her cud

Where's my bottle?

A milking shorthorn Holstein cross baby

Farm Boy

Beautiful Broadway, my favorite cow

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Indoor Cows..they like it that way

Let me i-i-i-i-i-n-n...it's hot out here!!!!

This study on the preferences of dairy cows showed that during summer months, when offered the choice between going out to graze or staying in a free stall barn with access to a total mixed ration, they stayed in the barn over 91% of the time.

Ours show the same preferences. When it is blazing hot and the fans are running or raining or cold or windy or anything but perfect outside they want to stay in. They look pretty on pasture and grass and exercise are good for them, but they aren't dumb. The like fans, and shelter from the weather just as much as we do. So maybe those free stall cows in their confinement housing are happier than our perceptions when we drive by might make them seem.....

You KNOW You're a Farmer If

You are flattered when you buy a new brand of hair spray and your twenty-something daughter says, "Let me know if this is any good, okay....."

"Of, course," you say, "Why?" (You know her carefree ponytail hair style doesn't usually include hair spray.)

"It's almost time for the shows and the fair. I need something good to do top lines."

Ri-i-i-i-i-ght.......and there goes that fashionista moment.

***For folks who don't show dairy cows, the top line is the ridge of hair on the backbone that is sprayed up and trimmed flat to give the cow a nice, sharp, smooth appearance.

Yeah, she wants to see if my new hairspray is good enough for her cow.

Don't I feel fancy now...

Cops Shoot Gator

Which turns out to be made of concrete. Nice shootin' Tex. (I want one of those!)

PS..link is now fixed

The Blitz-o-Mat

An old pic of Blitz, much in need of a bath

This morning bloomed sharp and cool, with whistling winds and bright, thin sunshine. However, for the past few days it has been blazing hot and soggy humid. We people have handled it pretty well. Lots of water and we're good to go. Been satisfying to get at least a little field work done.

However the cows hate the hot, and suffer the miseries of the damned. Many of them still have a little winter coat left on after the cold, wet, late spring we've had. When it hit ninety they stood with heads hanging, panting like bellows, and drooling. Milk production dropped by over a hundred pounds a day.

Tuesday night Liz clipped some of them, which helped a bit. Blitz was especially miserable though. She is a big old white show cow, a very spoiled baby. She got a prompt hair cut as soon as she came in the barn.

However, after milking she was still suffering, and stood alongside the milk house step, drooping like a hothouse flower. Alan had one of those light bulb moments and grabbed the milk house garden hose. Then he trained cold spray on Blitz's freshly clipped sides and back until sheets of water sluiced to the ground all around her.

She never even flinched. As a long time show cow she has had hundreds of baths and she knows what a hose is for. She stood there with a demeanor of sheer bliss for as long as he trained the spray on her. Later I gave her a rerun when he had to go scrape the alleys.

She didn't move until all the other cows were gone and the call of green grass overcame the call of the water.

Last night there she was at the end of milking, standing in virtually the same four hoof prints looking for another shower. Guess that must be the Blitz-0-Mat.

June is Dairy Month

Thank you girls for all the good things you make possible.

Thank you Broadway, Dalkeith, Zinnia, Cider, Lemonade, ETrain, Camry, Egypt (BooBoo) Carlene, Bama Breeze, Bayliner, Magic, Bailey, Booth, Verona, Heather, Balsam, Bayberry, Consequence, Blink, Spruce, Asaki, Pecan, Baja, Zulu, Armada, Evidence, Syracuse, Boston, Lucky, Bonneville, Neon Moon, Monday, Blitz, Mandy, Hollywood, Moments, Lakota, Foolish, Detroit, Sugar, Lucky, Licorice, Chickadee, Gracie and all the Northview girls...and all the other, red, brown, black and white and roan cows that work hard to keep us in cheese, ice cream, and cold, fresh milk.

Stars

I pause on the stair landing every morning and evening to look west and mark in my mind the weather, the weather to be, the heifers social life and whatever birds may be whipping across the yard to hit the feeder or popping up the drive searching for bugs or singing on the phone wire.

Last night the sky above the barn was dotted with a handful of stars.

After a relentless month or more of grey and gloom and rain and rotten weather I was stunned. I hollered down the stairs to the guys, who were still up that there were stars. Stars! Can you believe it?

And we actually had a nice day yesterday. Field work was done. The first hay was chopped, just a pile on a bale wagon to feed the heifers in the barn, but actual 2011 grass was harvested. GFs and BFs visited. Liz did a mighty cook out for supper (which turned out to be a cook in as the grill suffered some sort of fatal set back) and all in all it was for the most part a normal day.

Normal...not something we have seen much of lately. I would not mind a little more of that.

Thank you

To all who served or who serve now.

Where would we be without you?

Indeed, who would we be without you?

Here a Chick

Laura surprised us with five little chickies....just as we had decided that she was sitting on infertile eggs and were going to switch them out with a peacock egg. Wouldn't that have been fun? Laura is a tiny little white Cochin bantam hen.

Sunday Stills...Weeds and Grasses

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Texting While Driving

B-Dub, smarter than many cell phone owners

and she doesn't even have opposable thumbs

Has GOT to stop.

TWO of the kids' friends have been hit from behind by people texting in the past week alone...both by people going at high speeds. Thankfully, even though one boy was on a motorcycle and was flung a great distance, both are okay, but this is nuts!

How can you drive without keeping your eyes on the road? I can barely look away from the road when I am in the passenger's seat for Pete's sake.

A Tornado Watch

Will keep you awake if you kid is out in it. Hadn't seen the GF in three days so it was simply an essential trip...for the kid that is.

The air was heavy with the scents of summer, soft and humid, redolent with grape and falling lilac, sweet with honeysuckle and the last of the apple blossoms. A few mosquitoes buzzed hopefully and the sky was alight from horizon to horizon. I kept opening the porch door to look out and test...storming yet or only threatening? Coming soon or giving us a pass this time?

It was hard to sit and quietly read with the grass outside flickering, white, black, white, black like some bizarre neon bar sign advertising trouble.

Only a few stray drops of rain pattered down, but the lightning never seemed to let up. In its own way it was beautiful, back lighting one cloud, spotlighting another, with colors never seen in the day time spectrum. It was easy to see why our cows don't worry about the fireworks at the fair or race track. They have them right over their heads during storm times like this.

Eventually I crutched my way upstairs, phone in one pocket, flashlight and book in the other, to try to get some sleep despite all the weather action.

Then the wind hit. Like a wall. The house shook. The bed shook. The lights went out. The lights went on. And off. And on. And off.

And on, so I crawled back down the stairs and we turned on the TV weather and called up the kid.

He was on his way home. The Doppler map was pulsing with red and orange and purple where the hail storms were.

The kid got home with tales of a barn belonging to folks we know with its whole front blasted out into the road by the wind and trees down everywhere. We were pretty darned happy to see him.

By the time we went back to bed it was mostly done with its destruction, although the power went out some more. We need some normal, calm, dry weather around here. It has rained at least a little and often a lot for many, many days now. And, naturally, it is going to storm again today with rain in the forecast for every single day of the coming forecast.

Cowboy and Boats

Jinglebob's entirely hilarious post. You have got to go read it.

Happy Birthday Elizabeth

Now when you travel to distant cities for National Farmers Organization you can get a rental car and see the sights.
Love you!

And to add to the ongoing drama the boss was attacked by a cow yesterday...he came in and told me that I probably would have been calling the undertaker if it wasn't for the cow in the photo above, Mandy. Mandy is Liz's retired show cow, kinda dumb...or so we thought...but very sweet. Yesterday cow #171 charged the boss when he was calling the cows...from behind...

He heard the slurping of running hooves in the mud and turned around to see her racing at him with her head down. He didn't have a stick (he never does) and couldn't move in the mud...he has trouble picking up his one leg anyhow. As he watched his life flash before his eyes a big, black bolt slammed 171 right in the side, nearly knocking her down.

Old Mandy had seen her charging and ran in and nailed her before she could get to him. Every now and then a cow will do something like that and just astonish us. They aren't big on communication, don't wag their tails or sit at your feet. Still they must relate to us in some way, perhaps as especially dumb calves or weak and stupid herd mates.

Now the debate is on about what to do with the offender. We are short on cows and she is a good milker, dry right now and due for a calf in a couple of weeks. My vote is to send her over to the sale just the same. I would rather be short on cows than short on husbands. Others think we should maybe put a ring in her nose like a bull and let her drag a short chain from it so she can't run with her head down. For now at least she is going to stay in the barn anyhow.

Maybe It's Just a Sprain

Trust...or maybe I just look like a bump on a log

So

Started these from seeds from my cactus two years ago.

I broke my stupid foot (smart foot is still fine...probably because it is smart.)

It hurts a bunch, but will not get me out of work...well it would, if I would but I won't.Last time I broke foot bones was the day the boss had an emergency appendectomy. That wasn't great either. Oh, well.

I am not smiling.

All the News

That's fit to type.

Got a surprising, but very welcome call yesterday, that the 4490 was not only ready, but the bill was reasonable. Didn't take the guys ten minutes to be on the road to go get it.

Tyler, Liz's old horse came home last night, to a gigantic new box stall built by Alan. We used to have a pair of almost 18 hand Belgians that lived in tie stalls in the old barn. He took down both of those stalls and turned them into one big box. I will get some pics later, but other than hitting himself with the hammer he did a real nice job.

The rain continues, so the time spent cleaning up and building stuff and flower gardening goes on....all well and good but it is past time for the crops to be planted, vegetable garden in and haying started. Will this rain ever end? We are beginning to wonder.

We are breeding cows like crazy now...if they all catch we will be fielding calves left and right next February or March. Busy, busy. We had five in heat Sunday alone.

That is Bama's new baby, Cinnamon Twist, in the photo. She is NOT that color, but rather a dark, rich mahogany color. I don't know why it is so hard to get true color photos on the milking shorthorns. Once in a while I get it right, but rarely.

She is about the smartest calf I have ever seen. She was eating grain and hay before she was two days old. Now she jumps up and down if she sees me kicking hay into the mangers. And she knows her name. She can be sleeping and you call "Cinnamon-n-n-n" and she jumps right up and starts bouncing and calling. What a little sweetie!

Self Portrait

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For some reason some people are getting a message when they try to visit that Northview is private and invitation only ...and some are not. I don't know how to fix this...it is not set to private on the settings page, and of course I don't want it to be private. Y'all are very welcome here and pretty much make my day...every day.

Can anyone help?

Sunday Stills...in the Sky

Thunder sneaking up on us

See the bunny?

Front porch

This was a surprisingly hard one, just because of the rainy weather all week.

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The Mighty Mohawk

At Fultonville, calm as a sleepy oyster...butter wouldn't melt in its mouth

Looks pretty calm west of Lock 12 too

The lock

Somewhat less calm

Yeah, downright churny here

Is strutting its stuff. The paper says opening in this area is delayed again due to at least six inches of extra rain.

We stopped at the gas station here in town and then at Lock 12 to take some pics yesterday. Some contrast. I can vouch for what the story says about debris. There was a huge sort of island of logs and such...big logs...above the spillway. Woulda kept me in firewood for a couple of months once it dried out. However, to say that it is inaccessible...yeah... It will be staying there far as I'm concerned. The river is full and roily and wild, full of mud to the east of us and very high. I don't like it much.

Something's Gotta Give

(Rudeness is not confined to humankind.

Witness Baja shoving Broadway off a particularly tasty patch of grass)

If you smack yourself in the mouth with the claw end of a hammer.

Prolly a tooth.

Yeah, the stall-building fiasco project went south yesterday. Way south. I was just charging up my iPod and planning a productive day of cleaning and getting plants planted when Alan walked in all bloody and broken. He had struck at a stubborn staple, embedded in old, dry, oak, and the hammer rebounded and whacked him dead on, right in the mouth.

So we spent the day in a far away city waiting for an emergency dentist to tell him he needs a special filling which will cost a bunch and which also has to wait until they can fit him in for it. Not very dramatic.

However..... We were sitting in the treatment room awaiting the doc, when screaming erupted in the waiting room. And I don't mean just a gentle little shrieking. I mean full force, F-bomb spewing outrage. The upshot of the edited version is that some lady (and I use that term loosely) brought her sister who had had a "procedure" earlier in the week. The latter was now in a lot of pain, nobody would talk to her on the phone, she was going to *&**** sue, she was going back to find the (*^&&& doctor (insert shoving match with office staff here) etc. etc. heavily laced with profanity that would curl your hair. Yow

I was honestly afraid and thought about closing and trying to lock the door on the room we were in. I had visions of weaponry beyond bad language and felt captive there in the little room.

I also had visions of tattooed, dyed, spiked and pierced scary people out there in that resounding waiting room, forcing their way back to shoot or otherwise inconvenience us.

Imagine my amazement when the "girls" in question managed to shove their way into the passage outside our door. They were probably a few years older than I am, perfectly coiffed, dressed conservatively in expensive clothes, and looked like grandmas on their way to the grocery store.

Dang, they sure didn't sound like grandmas. Or at least not mine. I felt terrible for the office staff and the other patients, some of whom I guess were as scared as I was. This was not just rudeness. You see rudeness. This was craziness. I later overheard the staff saying that they had had no phone calls and would have gotten the women care if asked. Just craziness.

Oh, well, it wasn't your usual dull wait for a doctor.

He's Country

You know you are country when your school has a tractor day and this many tractors show up!

Go here to see my nephew, Kegan, driving his dad's tractor to school.

Sorry, Can't Resist

Male Baltimore Oriole with oranges

Male Rose-breasted Grosbeak

More bird photos. They are so tame this summer. The female Baltimore oriole actually lets me walk around weeding the flower bed by the feeder while she eats. It is fairly easy to sneak up on the others.

Green Day

Look What they found in the back of the barn

Had one yesterday. After all my moaning yesterday morning, we had at least ten hours with no rain and the sun came out. Yay!

So I ran around digging and planting and playing in the dirt and overdid it and crashed like a baby after chores last night (would have loved to crash BEFORE chores, but alas....)

We finally sat down to supper around nine and by the time we were done eating it was sluicing down again. I was using a plastic sled to haul tubs of plants around yesterday and it is half full of water, at least an inch, this morning....

Oh, well, it was perfect for rinsing off my bare feet after I chased the stupid chickens off the freshly worked garden dirt at five-thirty this morning.

Speaking of the chickens. Next Amish auction they are leaving us. Except for Laura and possibly Crooked Leg that is. CL had a nest full of ready-to-hatch eggs in the horse barn..you saw her pic a couple of weeks ago. Those witches and their boy friends chased her off day before yesterday and ate all the chickies right up out of the eggs. Becky caught them at it, too late to stop the carnage.

The kids are doing over the back of the horse barn, building a ten by something or other stall for a horse Liz got last year. We really didn't have feed for him so she boarded him up near where she lives...full board...and he lost so much weight under the "care" of the people there that he looked pretty awful when she pulled him out. (He is about 27 years old.)

So she moved him to a place with a lot of pasture and he was getting most of his weight back and looking better when she started having trouble with some neighbor folks. I won't go into detail, but can we just say, unreasonable and unfair? Poor old man.

So finally the boss relented and said she could bring him here as long as she buys feed for him.

If the kids want to do the work there is a pretty big field with a lot of grass that we are not using. Just needs fence. There is a run in shed and everything. We used to run heifers there and then the old horses when they were alive. However, it is right near houses in the village so we don't risk putting cattle over there any more and it is pretty much too hilly to be worth working. However, if they want to get the fence back up one old horse would be in hog heaven with all that greenery.

And there you have it, all the news that's fit to print. (Oh, and Dani, I am going to plant sweet peas this morning if the rain lets up! Thanks!)

You Hear it First

(Taken last week before the rainslaught)

The rain that is. Of course you know that it is going to come. Even the weather gurus are getting it right this time, rain, rain and more rain.

But when you are outside trying to get something...anything...done.... the first sign of its arrival is a soft patter, like the rustling of dad's newspaper back in the day.....just before he got up from his chair to give you what for.

And then it sweeps across the land, giving you what for again. What for you tryin' to work out here? This is my land, I have taken it and I am keeping it.

And it has and it is. It has taken over all our ground and turned it into fresh churned mud, and it hangs on and clings and drips and droops and bothers all day every day. No let up from the gloom, not a single ray of sunshine.

It is ever needful to keep a fire going to dry the clothes we wear out in it, hanging over every register, dripping and drooping.

In fact that is what I was doing when the latest rain laid claim...building a fire so things would dry...while my latest set of dry things got wet...again...at least polar fleece sheds rain real well for a while at least.

Can you imagine? Polar fleece in May?