Come Walk With Me

In the old horse pasture. The horses are all gone now, except Jack the mini. He doesn't need much more than a little patch of yard. We need to get this big field back under fence though, don't we? Kind of a waste having nothing grazing here, although from the size of these deer tracks, somebody is getting some good out of it. I can't believe that the brome grass is already knee high. I love to see it blowing in the breeze like a flag for spring time. I would love even more seeing cows chomping it down while they fill their udders with lots of good, rich milk.




I always have a hard time deciding whether the gold finches look like flying dandelions or the other way around. They sure are yellow anyhow.

And listen to those catbirds! One over there in the mulberry tree, two in that big apple and at least a couple down below the road. Last week I was wondering why we hadn't seen any yet and now they are all over the place. One almost hit me in the head over by the barn the other day. He had better watch where he is going!



Check this out....wild grape flowers. Any time now they will open and the whole valley will smell like Heaven. They are small to look at, but their scent is my very favorite. Wish I could bottle it.



And these little guys! I haven't heard a frog yet this spring....or at least not here at the farm. I thought maybe they had all died out, but somebody has certainly been up to SOMETHING here in the little pond the boss dug for me way back when.

More About Mother's Day

I hope all the mothers everywhere had a good one yesterday. My mom is away, so I didn't get to actually wish her a happy day, although I did talk to her Saturday.

Anyhow, I got to thinking about how the gifts we receive reflect who we are and how our loved ones perceive us.

Thus, I think I need to tell you about mine....

A jug of brush killing Roundup
An ultra nifty bumblebee fishing lure.
A tidy little angel food cake.
Big bag of black oil sunflower seeds.
Package of beet seeds
Home cooked breakfast of French toast and homemade sausage, cooked by a daughter who also milked the cows so I didn't have to.
A steady, all weekend, uninterrupted supply of library books to read, plus the chance to be the second person to read a first edition Mercedes Lackey
Pile o' firewood....hot water and warm mornings are most welcome in my world.

You gotta love 'em, don't you? My family I mean...I feel so well cared for and sheltered...and so very, very understood!

Happy Mother's Day

To my mom, who is the greatest, and to all you moms out there. You know who you are.....keep up the good work!

Sunday Stills...Black and White

For more Sunday Stills.......

Thunderstorms

Are chaining down the valley. They are quick and windy and wild, with sun shine hot on their heels. I am getting sick of shutting down and unplugging computers.
Maybe I should go do something useful just for variety.

Fox Tail Fern

When I met the boss, his mom had a massive, fine leaved fern kind of thing growing in one of the big windows in the living room. She didn't remember its name, but had bought the seed from which it grew by mail order long before I met the family...well over twenty years ago. It has at this point got to be over thirty years old.

She treasured that plant and pampered it more than any other, and she had an amazing green thumb. When she passed away I inherited its nameless, one of a kind, self.

I had no idea how to care for it and wasn't on the Internet at that time...so I muddled along for years, slowly figuring out that it loves water and will be pot bound no matter what I put it in, as it expands to fill available space seemingly overnight. Finally after years of looking at assorted house ferns on the net, I discovered what it was.

It has made seeds for years, but nobody ever did anything with them, until spring before last I stuck two in with tomatoes I was starting for the garden.




To my total amazement in late summer there were two little baby fern plants in with the tomatoes. I planted more last fall, but finally gave up on ever seeing them germinate. I put baby Christmas cacti in the pot I had put them in.

Last week they popped up as if out of nowhere, so now I have five of them.

And the big one is in bloom again.

PS, the Eagle nest cam is back online and the chick has gotten really big. Today it was jumping up and down and practicing flapping its wings. Go see...

Nobody Likes Asparagus

But me.
Isn't that the luckiest thing!

And I am kind of proud of myself. About three weeks ago Microsoft Word 2000, the word processing program upon which I do my writing, put itself in full screen mode and stayed there, stuck. All my menus and tool bars were gone. Years of customizing the program just so, so that I didn't have to think about saving and word counting and thesaurus and all those other goodies, just gone.

It was nasty! I managed to use an online word count tool. I got things done as best I could, but it was really hard. You can supposedly press ALT V to get a view menu and get your stuff back. Or ESC to get out of full screen mode.

None of these things worked. The only other alternative was to edit the registry of the computer.
Frankly I was chicken!

However, after three weeks of misery I couldn't stand it any more. (I had uninstalled and reinstalled Word half a dozen times, and repaired it and changed it to no avail.)
Finally, I went to this site, followed the directions, and presto! In seconds, the tool bars were back.
Sadly all my customizations are gone, and of course, after so long I have forgotten how I did them, but I can happily manage the way things are. And I am glad I was brave and did the edit registry thing. Now if I can just find some more asparagus.

A New Use for an Old Plant?

The Beechnut cereal plant in Fort Plain, NY, may soon be turned into a meat processing facility. This would be a real plus for area farmers, especially those who raise a beef or a pig or two in the backyard and are at the mercy of less than scrupulous facilites around the state

Wordless Wednesday, this one's for Mom

Was it De Day?

What we saw at the house
while the boys were hunting on the hill Sunday

Yesterday we de-wormed the heifers. That was a simple matter of tossing the mineral salt block out of the yard while we were building electric fence and tossing in the SafeGuard block. They will do the rest themselves.

Then I de-grassed the rhubarb bed (reed canary grass is an acceptable cow feed, but it is terribly invasive in a garden. If let go it thinks nothing of growing feet and feet taller than my head! Roots are as thick as my pinky finger, woody and matted. I swear I could hear the rhubarb sighing with relief when I grubbed them out. I was the one sighing by the time I got done. I am out of shape after the long winter lack of garden work.) A wheel barrow load of well-composted horse manure and the job was done. Soon to be followed by rhubarb crisp....

The boss de-clumped the thorn apple tree field (so named because his dad once accidentally put half of one of that kind of tree through the hay mower there...not much fun to get it back out.) Actually he was chisel plowing but the end result was ground that was ready for the discs.

We de-moted the milk cows to the heifer pasture. They were de-lighted because it is a great, big, green field where they de-voured new green grass until they bulged. If I had time I would have taken a few "happy cow" pics as they really were. Happy that is.

I wish you could have seen them when old Zinnia and Etrain realized that the east gate was open instead of the south gate (which let them out into the field behind the barn, which is pretty chewed over.) Zinnia let out a mighty moo, apparently calling the clan to follow, stuck out her long, snakey neck, and shuffled through the puddles by the gate like a big, black duck. As soon as E saw what was happening she trotted on by and hustled up the lane like a magnet seeking north. The whole herd followed, grazed for a few minutes by the gate, and then took a walking tour of their new digs. Every time I looked out the kitchen window, the hillside was dotted with black, white, red and Jersey brown, as they ate or lay in the grass chewing the cud. It was nice.

What's up for today? I don't know yet...de-pends on the weather.

Oh, and as a bit of a post script, Liz's original Jersey cow, Dreamroad Extreme Heather, presented her with a lovely little heifer calf about half way through the afternoon. It is cute as a wagon-load of speckled puppies.

Nesting Frenzy

Totally unrelated really cool, really old building in Glens Falls NY

We got the 4490 back last week and it has barely sat still a minute since.
Field work frenzy you might say.
Anyhow, the oil gets checked in a tractor working that hard.
Often.
Despite this when the boss checked the oil yesterday morning a bird had built a nest on the cap of the dip stick thingie.
Weird.

Sunday Stills....Flowers and Plants

For more Sunday Stills, Flowers and Plants.

PBR Glens Falls NY

Reese Cates look alike?
Mike Lane of Virginia

Speaking of Phone Calls

Donnie Gay at Glens Falls NY PBR
Photo by Liz at
BuckinJunction

I got a really cool one last night. Liz drove up to Glens Falls for the PBR, I think Enterprise Tour, event there. First, like the thoughtful person she usually is, she called me when she arrived (after getting lost, I understand, something like four times). Then she called to tell me that her row three seat was actually the front row right by the chutes.

Then she called from the arena. The din was uproarious and I could barely make out what she was saying. A garbled something something about the guy who was introducing the event. I could hear an announcer in the background, but between the phone and the echo in the arena I couldn't recognize his voice or understand just what he was saying.

Had I been able to hear his voice though I certainly would have recognized it. When Liz was a colicky little baby and we were young, broke, and living in a four-room Adirondack cabin, with no indoor plumbing, we did have TV. Since we got home late from milking here at the farm every night we ended up watching just two things while we walked the floor with her sobbing, jerking, screaming little self night after night.

Those things were Mets baseball and Mesquite Rodeo. (Check out 1986...guess who won it all that year.)
And I guess it is no wonder she loves rodeo today, as, if and when she ever fell asleep at night back in the day when she took up about a football's worth of space in my arms, it was to the sound of the guy she met last night, announcing the likes of Monty Henson and Joe Beaver back when they were riding.

Yep, she even got me an autograph when she talked to him a while last night. The announcer for the show was as well-known as any of the bulls or riders, the one and only Donnie Gay.

She promised to take a real good picture for me to post here so I will add that later, cause I don't want to wake her up. Okay...it is up there now. Thanks Liz

And tonight, I get to go too!!

Friday, Yet Another Early Morning

Woke up at two. The boss's knee is bothering him and he got up to sleep in his chair.

Woke up at four. Alan's good friend was pulling up the driveway for their rain and miserable weather, cold and gloomy as heck, better them than me, opening day turkey hunt. Wally, the unhousebreakable, cat-crushing (he murdered my dear little Comedy cat last year), sneaky, laundry-peeing, (and herb garden too...he doesn't get out of his kennel much) nasty-rotten blue heeler was barking his head off of course. So was our late and beloved Grandma Peggy's little pound hound Sadie. Soon sounds of the blue bomber rumbling through gates and up the hill announced their departure on what I hope will be a safe and successful trip. We have literally hundreds of wild turkeys so a couple of fat toms won't be missed. Wild turkey tastes just like tame turkey except skinny and stringy and dry, but the boys love to hunt and food is food. Thank God May doesn't last too long though, as I am mightily tired of hearing turkey calls in the barn...in the house...in the car....everywhere. The kid is good with or without his mouth call, but really.....

As I lay there in bed debating whether to get up and play computer and take the house dogs out and feed the cat and start the first load of laundry of the day, I realized that my recent tirade about phone calls might be misinterpreted by people whom I love and WANT to call me. I decided to take it down. The army recruiters and Sienna college poll folks are not going to see it. However, folks I really like to hear from might and might think I am too busy to talk to them.....never happen, friends and family can call every day, twice a day and I will only be delighted, but that is where it went anyhow. So call me. You know who you are. Your know I love to hear from you. lol

I got to thinking as I debated the relative merits of a few more minutes snuggled under that red horse blanket thingie that is so warm against a few minutes pounding the keyboard (recently anointed with Lysol in honor of the North American, H1N1, swine, shine, whine flu's arrival in the area), I realized how much I rely on the friends I have made blogging for support, comfort and entertainment.

Thanks for being there folks and for sharing your trials, tribulations, joys, sorrows, tales of your lives and wonderful photos of same with this NY farm wife. I learn so much from you every day, whether it is bird identification, wild plants in Florida, or ranching and farming everywhere from Colorado, to Alberta, to Oregon and Kansas. Missouri. Alabama. Mexico and GB and all over the north, south, east and west....even right here at home in NY. It is all a great way to start the day. Keep up the good work!

Morning

The light lies across the land like a golden blanket.

Dawn is a gift, gently proffered, kindly offered.

Every morning.

Take it or leave it. It is here for your comfort if you need it.

It sweetly softens the sting of worry and strain.

Time for the Tour de Cure

Please support my handsome brother if you can. He does this every year and I much admire him for it.

Out to Grass

Liz taking Mandy for a turn on the lawn the other day. Mandy is Blitz's mama

The whole herd got to enjoy grass yesterday, as we turned out to pasture for the first time this season.

The first time they go out, I have to stand outside the door and break up fights. Cows are thought of as being sweet and placid....However they love to battle each other to their knees, and pound on one another with great zest. My poor Etrain was put right on the concrete and pushed along the ground by Lemonade. Good thing I was there to restore order! After a few runs up and down the hill and some jumping and kicking they fell to eating grass and pretty much calmed down.

Grazing

Sunday Stills.....Barns

Hop House

Ed encouraged us to look for something different so here is our hop house from back when hops were a major crop here in the valley and some haymow pics I couldn't resist. I love the way the mow looks early or late in the day with the sun slanting in through the rafters (and assorted holes in the walls).

For more Sunday Stills barns

Update, the boss suggested we go photograph the round barn up on Round Barn Rd. Then Ed had a real cool round barn.....so.......