The Same Old Same Old

Those who are longtime readers here at Northview Diary will remember how long and hard we agonized over the hostile takeover of the cooperative we had long shipped our milk to by a financially struggling cooperative in New England.

We felt that we were being sold a bill of goods by the new owners, so we called for our contract and moved to another company. It doesn’t pay as well as Allied Federated Cooperatives did and we miss having good people working hard to negotiate favorable prices for us. However, this news story from the Burlington Free Press, made us awfully glad we changed. Seems Agri Mark, the folks who shut down our old cooperative are in big financial trouble and they are taking the cost of their problems right out of their members hides.

We may be experiencing record low milk prices right now, but at least nobody is dipping into our check book to pay for what looks an awful lot to me like bad management. A number of farmers are leaving as soon as their contracts are up.


We are glad we never joined.


Still it will be a terrible shame if Agri Mark goes under. They are one of the few independents left in the region. The demise of each small coop results in a worse monopoly on processing and marketing dairy products than already exists and this does not mean good prices for producers.

Dang dog

Sorry to have been AWOL since Sunday. It was entirely invountary. Alan's delightful border collie, Nick, decided that day to run over to the window to bark at Lizzie's horse, which she was allowing to graze on the lawn. He used the phone jack for a handy dandy brace so he could see better. It was not up to the strain of a forty-pound hound bouncing up and down on it, all the while screaming epithets and bellowing death threats at the intruder on his own personal, carefully marked, lush green (thanks to an overkill of rain) grass. A teeny, tiny plastic piece parted company from its shell and the whole shebang gave up the ghost. What with the flooding and all, repairing dog damaged wall jacks is a low priority I guess and it didn't get fixed until tonight. I have to give the phone guys credit though; they were still working tonight at 6 PM.

After almost three days without phone or Internet one thing has been proven.

I am addicted. Relentless restlessness, irritability, crankiness, crabbiness, it was like being without coffee. Worse even. It is going to take my family weeks to recover I fear.

Sorry Ralph, Liz and Becky, you'll have to blame Alan. I told him to put the darned dog out...about five minutes before the phone jack joined the Hesperus on the reef of Norman's woe.

Home again

Came home from camp today, with the car stalling at every intersection and rain pouring down. Found the river on the rise with rushing black water pouring under the bridge. There are flood warnings out for both our “home” counties and it is looking pretty bad.

Again.

We had a great week though. The lake was as warm as a bathtub and yet refreshing in the heat. Fishing was poor, but we caught lots of trees and stumps as well as some rocks and a good part of the State of NY.

Alan took up fly fishing, which yielded the best catches of the week, including a big fallfish and a number of small-mouthed bass.


I don’t need to catch fish to be happy. A good book and a pair of binoculars….and my camera of course, and I have every thing I require for contentment. A fresh cup of coffee bumps it up to total luxury. Took many pictures and "note blogged" since a little red notebook is much more portable than a desktop. It was all good.

Wish it was just beginning.

Before the storm

Beggers

Solid comfort

Going fishing just after sunrise

Postcard from camp

Hope your week is going great as well, with no snags worse than this one in your world.

Sunflower

Powerful flood photos

Dan Weaver has some aerial pictures of the river at its worst on his blog. Even having seen much of the flooding they are amazing.
Upstream. A Mohawk Valley Blogzine.: Aerial Photos Of Flooding On The Mohawk River.

It's time

Jobs for today... boot up the old computer, find the list of things we need to bring, (until I created this list I had to drive down and buy a new plastic collander every year for three consecutive years). Pray that the Lexmark printer has just one more task left in it.

Accompany Liz food shopping.


Take the middle seat out of the mini van so there is room for the cot and the dog crates.

Do last minute laundry, water ALL the plants, pack the field guides to birds, trees, and wild flowers and all the binoculars. Oh, and the Collin's Complete Field Guide to American Wildlife and Cache Lake Country.

Go to the library for stacks and stacks of other books. Try to get down to the hospital to see mom, or at least give her a call. Replace the worms the %^&%#!* birds ate out of our compost bin/worm bed.


Milk the cows and feed the calves for the next to the last time before CAMP!!!!!


See you next week!

Still more rain

Possible solution to a watery problem

Out in the barn tonight Liz and I were discussing ways we could share this outrageous largess of water we are laboring under with our friends to the south and west. They are suffering from an interminable drought, while we are getting too much rain. Rain that is wrecking our neighbors' homes and businesses.


All day rain.

All night rain.

Sluicing, sheeting, rattling rain that is washing out all the roads that the boss just finished regrading for about the fifth time this summer. Rain that is preventing us from storing our crops or getting the cows fed properly without using up what stored feed we have.

We have way too much; they have too little.

Seems like a solvable dilemma.

However, we struggled to come up with a way to create enough wind to blow the rain clouds over hills and mountains to where they are needed.

Then Liz came up with a brilliant idea.

Politicians.

Lots and lots of politicians. Granted the rain will likely be kind of warm by the time it makes it to Florida and Montana, but there is enough hot air produced in Massachusetts alone to push the rain all the way to California. I think that if we point Kerry and Kennedy and Dean west and use everyone in the White House as a relay south, the watery unbalance that is plaguing our nation will soon be remedied.
It's worth a try.

Here we go again

Look what we have for today.

THE NATL WEATHER SVC IN ALBANY HAS ISSUED A * FLASH FLOOD WATCH FOR PORTIONS OF N. CT. WESTERN MASSACHUSETTS.EAST CNTL NY & SOUTHERN VT. THIS INCLUDES THE FOLLOWING AREAS IN NORTHERN CT.LITCHFIELD COUNTY. IN WESTERN MASSACHUSETTS. BERKSHIRE COUNTY. IN EAST CNTL NY.ALBANY. COLUMBIA.DUTCHESS.GREENE.RENSSELAER.SCHENECTADY. ULSTER.HAMILTON.MONTGOMERY.FULTON.HERKIMER. SARATOGA.WARREN.WA & SCHOHARIE COUNTIES. IN S. VT.BENNINGTON & WINDHAM COUNTIES. * THE FLASH FLOOD WATCH IS IN EFFECT FROM 9 AM EDT THIS MORNING THROUGH LATE TONIGHT. * LOW PRESSURE MOVING EAST FROM THE GREAT LAKES WILL INTERACT WITH VERY MOIST AIR OVER THE REGION TO PRODUCE A GENERAL RAINFALL OF ONE TO TWO INCHES OVER THE REGION THROUGH TONIGHT. HOWEVER.THE AIR OVER THE REGION WILL ALSO BE VERY UNSTABLE TODAY AND TONIGHT. THIS WILL RESULT IN THE DEVELOPMENT OF THUNDERSTORMS CAPABLE OF PRODUCING ONE TO TWO INCHES OF RAIN IN AN HOUR. THESE HIGH RAINFALL RATES COULD RESULT IN LOCALLY EXCESSIVE RAINFALL AMOUNTS & PRODUCE FLASH FLOODING. A FLASH FLOOD WATCH MEANS THAT CONDITIONS MAY DEVELOP THAT LEAD TO FLASH FLOODING. FLASH FLOODING IS A VERY DANGEROUS SITUATION WHICH RESULTS IN VERY RAPID RISES OF WATER LEVELS & LITTLE TIME TO REACT. YOU SHOULD MONITOR LATER FORECASTS & BE PREPARED TO TAKE ACTION SHOULD FLASH FLOOD WARNINGS BE ISSUED

Just what we need!

The One I Drove

The big red tractor, with the big red chopper, with the big red wagon is the one I drove yesterday.

Mowing Hay

As performed by a sixteen-year-old virtuoso....you can see that the hay is well past its prime, but there is quite a lot of it.

Chopping hay

I haven’t chopped hay in years, but I did yesterday as per my son’s request. He figured (rightly), that an extra person would speed things up at least a little. I used to do almost all the hay chopping, but when the Boss’s mother passed away I took on most of her jobs and really didn’t have time any more. Plus a sixteen-year-old kid can work rings around a middle aged woman when it comes to running machinery. Seems as if they are just born with the knack.


It was kind of fun in a nervous sort of way. Our tractors and impliments are pretty antiquated and I am scared to death of breaking something and putting us even farther behind. The weather has done a good enough job of that already. However, I chopped in second gear, high range and managed to not even break a shear bolt. Not bad for an old lady.


I took the camera up in the field with me, which offered a little enjoyment to lighten up the seriousness of trying to get in first cutting that should have been cut a month and a half ago.

I suppose that what we lost in quality we will probably make up in volume though. It will mean supplimenting with more expensive grain this winter, but what can you do?


Of course after a big day and getting in ten loads, counting what we fed the cows, the floor came out of one forage wagon destroying part of the drag bottom and leaving us with only one working wagon.

Such is farming.

Animal Welfare Bill

House bill H.R. 5557 will probably go down in defeat...or at least we hope so. Read why here.

Frieland Z Mandolin Rain

Pretty sunset