Thunder and Parakeet

(alternate title, This IS SPARTA!)


We are in full fair preparation mode here. (And the guys are in full disparately trying to fix the diskbine mode. As soon as they run out of mowed hay we are going to have to feed winter feed...and that is very, very bad.).

Anyhow, Liz and I hit WallyWorld, she for fake maple leaf garland for her cow display (about the fourth trip...they finally came in) and myself to get the photos I am entering printed and put into frames. We also had to get cat medicine but that is another story for another day. When we arrived back at our wild and crazy domicile on the mountain, the boss was just walking over from the barn with a spec sheet for the gear box on the mower. He said, nonchalantly, "There's a parakeet over at the barn if you want to see it."

WHAT!?!?!? We have been excited all summer over the barn swallows, but a parakeet?

I had the camera with me...I always have the camera with me. So I shuffled off my flip flops and ran for the barn (didn't want to get my only good pair of flip flops all mud now did I?)

I arrived to see this:


I took the picture and turned around and trotted straight back to the house to send Becky, who is bird crazy, over with a couple of fish nets. I didn't want to watch. That is my only son there. I am kinda, sorta fond of him and watching him climb the rafters of the cow barn after that little blue bird was not on my list for the day.

A few minutes later they came to the house, him clutching the poor little thing in his wiry (and astonishingly grimy) hands. They put it in this Plexiglas pet thing that some friends gave us years ago. We don't have a bird cage...we don't have any birds...or we didn't until this one showed up in the barn yard.

Of course I had to be regaled with the rafter climbing stories. (They made me shudder in proper mother mode). The bird was kind of shocked at first, but soon settled enough to hop around the sticks they offered him as perches and to drink from a cut-off soda bottle and tear up baby sunflower heads for seeds.

They named him Leonidas.
They want to keep him.....I dunno.....he must have belonged to someone at some point, but he seems to have been wild a while.


****Oops, forgot to write the thunder part. As soon as the kids got Leo into the house another big storm hit. Wonder if he would have survived.


******Tragic update. although he was eating and drinking and climbing around happily in his cage, Leonidas suddenly keeled over stone dead for no apparent reason. Poor birdie.

Working Wednesday **

*** Farm Side deadline today

Weather woes

I guess a good part of the nation has 'em. We were "blessed" with around three inches of rain yesterday, most of it all at once. (We are thinking of applying to become a national park as the driveways resemble canyons.) Up by Vernon, on Sunday, we were traveling just behind a serious hail storm (Liz only went around 45 mph so we could stay behind it. People, of course, were passing her, and in a couple miles we would find them sitting beside the road waiting for it to go away). Corn fields were almost completely stripped of leaves by the hail and pastured heifers were running in circles, probably frightened by the bombardment. The boss just came in from talking to our milk truck driver and he said that he nearly slid through an intersection south of here because there was hail piled so high in the road.

On the plus side we stayed home from Altamont Fair this year for various reasons. Yesterday was truck in. We sat in the living room waiting for the downpour to let up and sent good thoughts to the poor souls who were trying to get animals hauled in to the fair and made comfortable. Altamont is a nice fair, but the fair grounds sits in a little hollow surrounded by mountains. Storms tend to get stuck in there and wreak havoc.

Anyhow, here are a couple of videos from the rodeo Liz took me to Sunday. One is Reese Cates, who eventually won the whole thing and the other is Kody Lostroh, who made some nice rides and is a really nice guy. (Liz has corresponded with him on line for a while and finally got up nerve enough to introduce herself...he was very pleasant.)




Kody Lostroh rides at Syracuse

Kody Lostroh

Reese Cates

Reese Cates

Reese Cates wins at Syracuse

And it was him we saw at Albany

Some errands then home again, home again jiggitty jig

Alan and I went to Fort Plain yesterday to get barn calcite, hydrated lime, chicken feed, vacuum pump oil, beet pulp, bicarb and bread (the only thing that was actually for people.) We saw a lot of traffic of the sort in the photo below. It is scary how hard these are to see from behind if they are out on the highway and pass under a shady tree. they are supposed to have the big orange triangle slow moving vehicle signs affixed to the back so you can see them, but they just use a little orange tape instead. We hustled to get home because I wanted to say good bye to Liz who went to Syracuse for a rodeo. Just made it.





The home again part is always nice. I am no traveler. My folks invited me to go west to pan gold with them this fall and I turned them down.....actually though, I would have taken them up on that one, I am just crazy for treasure hunting and they are going to my utmost favorite national park. However, it is isn't fair to the rest of the crew when I leave them with that much work. My camp vacation is enough for me I guess
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Geraniums I grew from seed this spring

Rhubarb leaf bird bath made by my aunt and uncle.
Birds are finally using it now.

And all you knowledgeable gardeners, could you tell me what this flower is? It is the lone survivor of a pack of assorted wild flowers I planted ten years ago or so. It grows down by the driveway and blooms every summer. I am thinking of moving it up by the pond.

Dodging BBs

The guys are facing an uncomfortable dilemma. Thanks to endless showery rain interspersed with heavy storms, our harvest this summer is at least three weeks behind.

This spring, as usual, the boss planted barley, oats and field peas as a nurse crop for the new hay seeding. The big burly plants crowd and shade out weeds and are harvested about mid summer, having given the delicate alfalfa, clover and grass seedlings a chance to get growing.

Normally, this is a simple matter of mowing the stuff down with a diskbine and chopping it up for the cows to eat or to store it with our AgBagger.
Enter that three week delay.
All those nurse crop plants are ripe instead of green like they are supposed to be. (You should see the grins on the beaks of the turkeys and crows as they help themselves to the bounty of free grain).

Have you ever gone to the store and seen those pea soup mixes?The ones consisting of little green half-peas that are hard as quartz and just about as tasty? Well, glue a pair of those half-peas together and you have a field pea. When whirled through the spinning blades of the diskbine you also have a not-quite-deadly, but certainly uncomfortable missile. Glue hundreds of thousands of them together and you have a hay field here at Northview.

The other day the boss and Alan were hustling to get the cows fed and some stuff in the bag ahead of yet another rain. The boss was mowing and he was under constant assault from a barrage of field pea BBs. The darned things leave welts. (He showed me.) So he signaled to Alan (driving the BIG tractor to chop. It BTW has a CAB). Sure enough the kid had left a nasty old hooded jacket in that very cab. They met in the middle of the field to pass it over. Then the boss donned it, hood and all, despite the clinging heat and humidity that is characteristic of Upstate NY summer afternoons.
Despite the stink too. Objects left in tractor cabs during summers like this mildew more than just a little. Especially when the doors and windows are off...and it is hot after all.
And despite the enclosed spiders...they love to nest in old coats. And to crawl all over and nip the tender parts of folks who are intrepid enough to put them on.

The boss is nothing if not intrepid. And when he was going against the wind he could stand the smell and the itchy heat...or at least it was more bearable than the BB attack.
Going with the wind he had to take it off. It was so hot his head was spinning (I think this is why most of us don't wear coats in the summer up here, but then most of us aren't being plugged from behind by round balls of petrified vegetable matter). Somehow he managed to finish his mowing just before the next deluge.

Normally I figure that when the men are doing field work and we women are in the barn milking the cows, they have the better part of the deal. Back when I used to chop, despite the complicated nature of the job, I always loved to get out of the barn and into the beauty of the fields. The swooping barn swallows, the perfumed breezes, the gold and green vistas hemmed in by dark green mountains...it is pretty nice out there even if you are working hard.

However, now that they are under constant attack by small stinging missiles, I guess I will stay in the barn and let them have at it...poor guys.

Ethanol and livestock based agriculture

Ethanol makes my car run terribly. I go out of my way to find gas that doesn't have it.

Ethanol makes my grain bill a painful prospect by increasing demand for both corn and corn alternatives.

Fertilizer prices are obscene.

The farm gate price of milk is set by government regulations. Dairy farmers have no way to pass these increased costs along so there is a serious pinch being felt here and at livestock farms across the nation.

Here are a couple of interesting sites with more details about this phenomenon.

Top ten farm expenditures (includes change from 06 to 06

Choices and unintended consequences.

Hyssop

We added hyssop to the herb garden for the first time last summer. It wintered over well and in the contained area by the honey locust it doesn't seem invasive. It has produced a few seedlings though, which I will pot up when I get a chance.....it is too nice not to share. We don't really use it for anything, but it is attractive and we love the scent.
A crushed leaf smells just like licorice.
We give each other leaves sometimes.

When is a peeper not a peeper?

....when it's a sneaky green frog

Monsanto trying to sell Posilac

No, not the drug. They already sell that. They are attempting to divest themselves of the division of their company that produces it.

Even though there is no way to chemically differentiate milk produced from cows who are or are not treated with it, I guess the writing is on the wall. Processors don't want it. Consumers have been convinced rightly or wrongly that they don't want it. If Monsanto is trying to ditch it, it is probably on the way out.

For the record we don't use it for a number of reasons, none of them having anything to do with the quality of the milk resulting. I think it wasn't the best thing in the world for the dairy industry, spurring production in excess of demand. Now a large percentage of milk is again produced without it and there still seems to be some excess production, so either people are still using it (after all it is undetectable) or more likely, other management methods have caught up and are increasing production.

I was interested to read this article though. On one hand I am not going to miss it if it falls by the wayside because we don't use it anyhow. On the other hand this seems to open the door to removing other technology on the dairy, some of which we might use.

Just another day

Knot O' Snake
(He was all tied up...)
(He did this to himself and was soon undone before Becky let him go)

Old Cars, Rednecks and Stone Henge

This farmer fielded some new neighbors' complaints by being outstanding in his field...or rather by having some old cars outstanding in his field for him.
There is simply nothing wrong with having a sense of humor.

Folks who move next to farms have to understand that farmers...well, they farm. This can sometimes result in odors, dust, noise and things non-farmers would rather not see, hear or smell, but they are part of the job. I am grateful that NY has right to farm laws and Ag districts to protect farmers' ability to do what they do. Thus we probably won't need to build our own Stone Henge out of old demolition derby cars.

I also like the reasonable way farmer Rhett Davis spoke about his actions.

"I respect that they're here and spent a lot on their homes, but on the other hand, give me a little bit, too," Davis said. "I've been here since I was 7 years old."

He said he doesn't intend to keep the cars up permanently.

"These can come out just as easy as they went in," he said.

Mountain lions

Are not something I even want to contemplate.
This story of one taking a dog right out of a house, right out of someone's bedroom, flat makes me shudder. Even if the door was open. (HT to A Coyote at the Dog Show)

Right now, even though we haven't seen one, we suspect we have a black bear hanging around the place. Little things have tipped us off to the possibility of something unusual going on around us, such as the behavior of the cattle. Last night the men left us women to milk alone. No biggie; we do it all the time. However, this time it turned out to be simply a nightmare. Cows knocked milkers off. Cows crowded and thumped on us. Cows that NEVER kick, such as little Camry, who seems to appreciate Alan's efforts in saving her life this spring, kicked and kicked and kicked.

Then, when we turned them up the hill, as we always do while we finish up the last few cows, they bolted back down to the barn and all came right back inside. It is is not unusual for one or two to wander back in to look for spilled grain or just to pester us, but my whole south line ran back in at once, jumped into their stalls, then the heifers, which stay outside and don't even HAVE stalls, came in and crowded up between the cows.

It was nuts. We didn't get dinner until almost ten.
They were fine this morning.
If it was a bear, I hope it has moved along. We thought we had one last summer, because of some similar weird goings on, but we never actually saw it. After a while the strange things just stopped happening and the cows calmed back down to normal. As far as mountain lions go, I hope I never, ever see one....especially not in my bedroom. Especially not eating my dog.

And I don't want to see one in my garden either.

New meaning

To the concept of layering

Hay weather (not)

Here it comes

Yep, that's rain

And there it goes again

I am hoping real hard for a couple weeks of precipitation-free weather. For three weeks now, I don't think we have gone two days without a shower, many of them very heavy. In one two or three day period the man we buy straw from said we had nine inches. There is simply no place for that much water to go. You also cannot bale decent hay in this kind of season and we need to get some. The guys are chopping, but even that is hindered as we have acres and acres of new seeding and barley that need to go in the bag, but they don't want to rut the wet fields all up. This could be a rough year if the weather doesn't change.

Anyhow, yesterday, my delicious, wonderful, restful, peaceful, nasty-old-lady-calming morning and mid day off, I needed to pick some squash for dinner....get some laundry off the line...knock down more brush so I can see the long lawn from the big windows (the better to laugh and wonder at the grey foxes). I knew full well and consciously that I needed to do these things. Instead I parked in my Sunday chair with a couple of good books and drank lemon ginger tea. Silly me, I should have gone out and gotten my chores done.

Instead this gully washer arrived. It sloshed the squash, lashed the laundry and beat the brush until all were soaked beyond redemption (or at least beyond redeeming them yesterday). I couldn't believe that the sun was shining brightly half a mile away in town, while we were getting dumped on. Yeah, those are rain drops rolling off the sitting porch roof. (Notice that I will jump out of my chair, dump the book and run for the camera even when I won't do chores.)

It needs to dry up for a while here, but the hurricanes hitting the gulf coast will probably be here in a couple of days. Gah!!


This short video shows just how hard it was raining. We got perhaps an hour of rain this hard in a a series of several storms. Dang! I wish it would go rain like this on the many farmers and ranchers on this continent that need it!


Hay Weather (or not)

Milking video and Elvis

(With apologies to dial up folks.) The first video is of Rebecca using the very latest thing in ultra modern, high tech milking techniques. *Note the strategic product placement. Fight Bac is our teat dip of choice, simply the best we have ever used and well worth the price and the mild hassle of getting it sent to us (and no, they didn't pay me to say that). Sorry about it being so dark and the mud on old Beausoleil. She chose a rather muddy location for her lying in. She is a dear old thing just the same. Even Beck likes her and she is not the world's biggest cow fan.

Modern milking technique




The second is our house cat (OMG a house cat at Northview....watch out for the sky falling, UFOs and other inexplicable phenomena) killing Mike's Bouda toy. As you can see he is quite ferocious and eager and then in typical cat fashion he forgets all about it.


Kill the Bouda..or not

Gardening instead of blogging

More Sunflowers

Stuff is growing, getting ripe and needing to be picked or dug or weeded and cooked at an amazing and gratifying pace. The cupboards, however, are sadly in need of an infusion of store groceries.Somebody has got to go shopping soon!

Therefore, last night I browned up some maple bacon, sprinkled it over fresh-dug potatoes, whole, just-picked green beans, a bunch of skinny little new greyzinis and regular zucchinis, with a couple of small white onions thrown in for flavor. Then I seasoned the whole affair with Italian seasoning and garlic....no photo however. It was eaten up in somewhat less than a trice.
I was apologizing for serving such a meager concoction, but I guess they liked it.
Or perhaps appetite is the best sauce.
We got done late last night due to a new calf, the tire guy changing all four tires on the Case 4490 and assorted other interesting and character building events. (Don't ask...the rule of a crisis a day whether we need one or not is holding true as ever)

Indian corn, just starting to tassel.

The laundry oasis

***Update: It's not my birthday (it is Nita's..she is 8 in dogs years as am I)
However, I got a present today just the same and a mighty fancy one. My favorite, bestest, dearest cow, Beausoleil, (mother of last year's Bama Breeze) gave me a heifer calf by Straight Pine Elevation Pete this morning. Liz just found it! I will be open to names that go with the letter and theme if you have any ideas.....FC, you came up with Bama's name? Any suggestions?

SeeThroughNY

For those of you living here in NYS, here is a handy dandy database of the salaries and expenditures of all sorts of government employees and entities. It is running a little slowly today due to heavy traffic, but this looks like it may be an extraordinary concept.

The corn is high as an elephant's eye

(Or at least we wish it was)

And the giant sunflowers are taller than the moon.

Maqua-kil Blitz Neon Moon that is.
LIz's summer yearling for this year.

Froggy Bubble Bath