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Sunday Stills....Awww Nuts

Good grief! This was such a hard one. Liz had some good ideas, but I simply drew a blank. There are no nuts around here in July except the ones milking the cows and driving the tractors and the ones hanging off the back end of some of the livestock...and sorry, but I am NOT going there. lol.
So above are some kind of nuttish things in the woodwork in the dining room....(well, they COULD be acorns...you never know.....





And my favorite nut, who volunteered for this photo and was in no way coerced.

For more Sunday Stills, go here....

My Dad Would Love This

He always has a lot to say about woman drivers

Deja Vu All Over Again

It was about 8:15 last night, I was setting up calf bottles for morning, Ralph was milking the bucket cows and Alan was up behind the barn getting feed with the skid steer. Down the farm road from the far back fields came four teen aged kids....dripping wet, freezing cold, covered in sloppy mud...and whatever else they had stepped in. We ran out to accost them, as most everybody that shows up trespassing is here for nefarious reasons.


They kept telling us how they got on our land from their friend's house and were walking the nature trails. After a while, we realized that they were well and truly lost, as they kept saying they came in from the west, when in fact they were from the housing development to the east...they were visiting from Albany and were on a "nature walk". They kept insisting there were laid out trails and mowed areas where they came onto the farm. Took us a while, but we finally realized they were talking about the farm roads and mowed hay fields.

They were terrified. We didn't mean to scare them, but as I said, we have never actually had benign trespassers before. Thank God they found the barn when they did, because they soon would have been blundering into temporary electric fence where the cows are. Had they not come down when they did they would have been hard to find out there, as although they had a cell phone, there is little signal up there. And there are lots of farm fields, ours and others, going south and west for quite some distance. Lots of wild brush land too.

Anyhow, it took a while to get them straightened out and waiting at the bottom of driveway for parental pick up. I suppose I should feel bad for laughing (even if I waited until after they were gone) as they were polite and really scared, but the manicured "nature trails" and mowed lawns were just too funny for words.

We finished the night by locking Foolish, who had the calf, in the barnyard for the night, as well as Mandy and her daughter Blitz. Blitz looks like calving tonight too and she will not stay in a fence with out her mommy.

When we came to the house Liz pointed out that this happened last year the night she calved.
However, these were the trespassers then. What a coincidence to have strangers show up during the same circumstances like that.

Camp

We leave tomorrow at noon. (Hope to see some of you there...you know who you are.)
Farming doesn't stop while I pack, and the days are so full and busy I barely have time to pick up the camera or spend a few minutes writing here.

I may not have mentioned it, but the boss was pulling the John Deere forage wagon through a particularly rutted bit of farm road last week when a front axle broke. When he called the local dealer about the part the price was way over five hundred bucks.
Plus freight.

Arrggghhh!! And the guy we generally borrow RR jacks from when we have a challenge like this was out of town. We brainstormed. The guys are running with only two wagons this year.
They need that JD.

But five hundred bucks! It was decided to take the part up to Broadalbin Manufacturing and see if they could weld it. If you ever need something like that done, I can't recommend those folks enough. They have big, complicated, metal machining projects going on all the time, but they have a soft spot for farmers and will fit in our little, but important to us, jobs as best they can. They do good work and their prices are very reasonable.

They repaired the axle and welded some kind of doohickey on it for $125. The guys borrowed jacks from my wonderful brother, (thanks, Mappy) who also cut them enough blocking to make what otherwise would have been a terribly dangerous job relatively safe.

And so they are running with two wagons again. They had a mishap with the bagger last week so we lost about sixty feet of bag. Thus yesterday during the storm the boss ran down for a new bag so he and Alan can set it up before we leave for camp. Teri has a pic of some of the hail that was around, but thank God it missed us. One of our friend's corn got hit last week and it looks like Sudan Grass now. In fact when we went by his place, not knowing about the hail, we thought that it WAS Sudan. It has been a very hard year to make forages, one of the worst we have ever seen.

I sure hope this weather pattern gets over itself and goes somewhere where it is needed.
Meantime....must pack.

Question

Does this

Make you think of

This?

Mackerel Sky

Not long wet......not long dry....

Attached to the Land

And to the cows.
The lifestyle.
The family working and living and striving together.

This article in the Iowa Independent describes the mindset of farm families faced with this terrible crisis affecting their homes, livelihoods, and the very center of themselves, is one of the best I have ever read.

I have often tried to explain the powerful emotional hold that working the land has for a farmer and have never been able to do so. No matter how many people tell you to treat it like a business, it is more. It simply has to be. You don't just farm....you are a farmer.

The author of this story has done a great job of explaining that. Speaking of farmer fears when faced with farm foreclosures,

"Not only are they letting down themselves and their families, but they are letting down the animals and land they’ve come to respect and love."

Go.
Read.
You will be strongly moved I promise.

HT to Jeanelle at Midlife by Farmlight, who adds her own excellent perspective to this issue.


Update: Here is a potential outcome of such disastrous times coupled with such intense involvement in the life of a farmer. Suicides a Tragic Result.
This is a powerful article and well worth reading!

Here's another.


And here

Mr. Bunting and Pete Hardin of the Milkweed have been trying to tell folks for years how badly they are getting hammered. I am so glad to know someone is listening.

Watch Out for Facebook

And be afraid to rely on Norton Antivirus. I was enjoying the former networking site yesterday when the latter product failed in its task of protecting this computer in a proper fashion.

It took nine hours of computer time.
And a hundred bucks to Norton......
......To get rid of the resulting virus. I never did get a coherent explanation from the many technicians in India who attempted to resolve the issue. Or from about the sixth or seventh one who finally did.

I didn't get much sleep, but it is fixed and the Farm Side was sent in on time.
Yay me.

The kids have AVG free version antivirus software on the other two computers. Both are on Facebook day and night.
Both are fine.
I am trying to figure out why I am paying 80 bucks a year for a product that doesn't do the job when I can get a free one that does. Hmmmmmmm.....

42

At Peck's last summer
Can you tell I am getting antsy?

Alan and I have been keeping a loose list of the birds we have seen here at the farm this summer. I don't bore you with a list of names but we are up to 42 species at this point. They are mostly common, with the most exotic being the willow flycatcher, a bird that is hard enough to distinguish from the alder that even experts tell them apart by their call. Ours has been thoughtful enough to call all day, all spring and half the summer, allowing us to spend hours on What Bird listening to recorded calls. His call is a perfect match.

To add to our enjoyment of this drab little critter, it has taken to coming right on to the sitting porch several times a day picking at yarn from a trellis. Must be thinking about nesting again, although it isn't calling much. I am trying for a photo but between the wren rushing in to drive it away and its level of personal wildness that may not happen.

The end of the dawn chorus has been like the turning off of a switch. After weeks of having the delight of waking to cardinals, mockers, robins and what all, there is nothing calling now but a couple of starlings. And the wren. Which never shuts up. This lack is probably partly due to the season.

And partly due to the sharp shinned hawk. He was first spotted taking out an English sparrow, to which he was quite welcome. Then the other evening, just after an especially torrential rain, Alan and I were on our way out to milk when we heard a commotion from the mulberry by the compost bin.

Underneath the canopy, on the lowest branches, was the wettest, most bedraggled hawk I have ever seen. Each feather stood up in a ruffled peak like Harry Potter's hair.

It was clutching something and trying unsuccessfully to fly away from us and from the dozens of small birds that use the tree as an all day, all-you-can-eat cafeteria. They were (not unreasonably) quite discommoded by its presence.

Finally it made it to wing, showering water droplets behind as it lumbered away. It was lugging quite a large frog in its talons and we had a nice chuckle at its antics. I suspect it is a young one to which flying is a relative novelty.

Or else just a klutz. Either way I wish it would move along. I love taking a minute now and then to walk out on the porch to see who is flying back and forth across the long lawn, beaks crammed with berries. Or what the mockingbird is fighting with at any given time. It is getting too quiet.

For Mom

To be 57 years old, children grown, almost 40 years on my own, and yet to still be lucky enough to know a mother's love.
There can't be anything more special.

Thanks for the un-birthday cake Mom. Banana cake. You make the best ones...it's the only way I like bananas. You didn't have to do it, but it was so kind and caring that you did when you are so sick.

And it is so good.

We love you. Hope you feel a little better each day....
Love,
Dotter

Sunday Stills...Texture

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More Chuck Jolley on NAIS

Here is the transcript of a Q&A session with Tom Vilsack....(except that it wasn't with Vilsack).
To me it looks like a lot more of the non-answers to important questions that USDA has been tossing around like rotten fruit....however, it would be good if you took a look to see for yourself if you have a chance. Mr. Jolley has provided his email address should you wish to convey to him your take on the session, which in turn may forwarded to the Secretary of Agriculture Food Stamps.

Wren on the Front Porch

Chitter, chitter, chittering. There is an English sparrow that loves to torment him by sitting right next to his second nest. I chase it away a dozen times a day just to shut him up. (I hate the darned things too.) I suppose I should get up now and show my scary face at the door but I am feeling too lazy and privileged just now. The thing which we are 99% positive is a willow flycatcher is coming right onto the other porch now to tug at some yarn on a trellis I grew moon flowers on the past few years (they froze in June last summer so I decided not to bother this year.) It is thrilling to see the little thing but it is too leery for me to get a photo.....yet....

Dog in the food bag. Guess he got tired of waiting. Becky, sleeping beauty herself, has taken to getting up before me, turning on my computer, taking the doggies out and making me a cup of perfect coffee, which is steaming gently, awaiting my arrival each morning. I feel as if I have somehow entered an alternate universe.......a very nice one. But I should go feed the dog before he eats the whole bag. He may be blind, deaf and tippy, but he knows how to take care of himself.


Sun up and shining, praise the Lord. The guys filled over forty feet of bag yesterday, more than they have been able to do for weeks. The girls and I milked all the cows so they could stay in the field. We sold one that was terribly mean and nasty this week and I sure didn't miss her when I had to milk my string alone last night. I wasn't thrilled with the price but after talking to folks who were at the sale, it looks like we got lucky and topped the sale with her and two heifers we sent over. I am grateful for that. The latest thing at the cattle auctions is to call a "no sale" and take the animal anyhow. Somebody sure as heck is doing all right at that!

Got the hot sheet from DHIA and our weighted SCC average was just over 100 thousand. Been having some challenges in that area so we were delighted. Nothing bad mind you....it is just that premiums are about the only aspect of our price we can do anything about and we pursue them mightily.

Liz is off to Countryfest today. She won a ticket from WGNA..... so...if any of you local folks are over there and you see her, please keep an eye....that is an awful brouhaha for a young girl to attend alone.

Get Down Babies

Another Good Dairy Article

Here is another article about the crisis in dairy pricing. I thought it was interesting partly because we know several of the folks in this story. We bought a real good bull from Mr. Hosking years ago and a number of nice cows at auctions run by Dave Rama.

The bull, Hosking-Brunn MWOD Arvid, was a son of the Melwood bull out of Homestead-SS Bell Alice, a Bell daughter. He made some of our finest ever cattle when crossed on daughters of a Ned Boy son we had out of a Triple Threat dam. They were not big cattle, but they were real sharp and hard and milked like they wanted to. We still have him in the tank and use him for clean up now and then.

Discussing Dairy Subsidies

On Coyote Blog there is a discussion taking place on dairy subsidies. I am not a big fan of subsidies, but few people have even a tiny understanding of the inner workings of the dairy industry. However, people can sure preach about things they have no clue about. When it comes to reading the thoughts of folks who say that farmers get a "really good subsidized price" for milk, I won't say that my blood boiled, but it did get a little warmish.

I left a comment myself...tried to not to sound too rabid or get too complicated. However, I know there are some real smart farmers and farm women who read Northview. I know some of you could do a better job of discussing our industry than I can...so I hope you click on over and add your thoughts to the dialog.

For the most part I like Coyote Blog, which is why I link to it and read it regularly. But I am just a tad irritated just now.