It's the Coffee Stupid

Marv and his big sister Cinnamon

I was wondering this morning why I had so much energy. Went out to the barn early to help the boss and enjoyed every minute of it. Busy, busy, busy..... What was up with that? (BTW he got Marv in and put in the pen. Hopefully, he will stay in said pen and he and Bruce will be headed off to what our good friend up west of here calls the Hosking Career Counseling Center for Bovines on Sunday. Time to pay some bills and give Marv's poor mother a break.)

Tantalizing taste of summer

Anyhow, all that gumption was a puzzle to me. This time of year I tend to drag slowly through the days, forcing myself to do what I gotta, never accomplishing one extra iota.

Then I realized. Our boy got home from Washington DC this morning at two and when he came down later he made us coffee. REAL COFFEE.

Yep, that stuff would fuel the International Space Station for a week, never mind an old farmer. Yowsa!

And yowsa number two,...the boss found the feather-end of a broadhead arrow in the hay. Must have been left by some hunter who lost track of it and it got baled up in the hay. The boss had already fed the cows the hay when he found the arrow. Now we wonder where the head is. Hopefully not inside a cow.

Also been wondering where the feeder birds are. Normally they clean them out in hours...past couple of days not so much. Then Alan spotted what we thought was a Cooper's Hawk hanging out in front of the house.

A little later I was in the kitchen when a bird hit the window and slid down to the sill. Not an everyday thing as I have made an effort to place the feeders safely. I went out to check...a Tufted Titmouse was sitting on the sill, flew away just fine. And so did the Cooper's Hawk.

Ouch.

The girls are still doing pretty good

Phone Tag

Is dat my daddy in dere?

It's my daddy. I know it is

Gramma she won't gimme my daddy

Peggy mastered crawling yesterday. Well, maybe mastered isn't quite the right word. Say rather that she dipped her toes in the waters of locomotion. If you aren't watching she scoots around quite handily, ticked pink to be able to find and choose her own toys. However if you are watching she arches her back and does the fish out of water hand and foot waving thing.

"Pick me up, pick me up, pick me up!!! No not you gramma, I want my mommy. Or my daddy."

She is pretty darned funny though.

Pi R Round

Ida Reds

Thanks to the wonders of social media I sometimes get treated to photos of citrus fresh off the tree. Ah, the wonder of it all....here in the Great Northeast we get our Cuties at the grocery store and are glad to have them.

Picked by the boss and me a few weeks ago

Turns out that locally grown apples are just as much of a wonder to folks who live in states where they won't grow. They have to buy those at the grocery store as well.

Thus as I was creating a couple of pi, which were round and not squared, I took a couple of pictures to share.

Alas I can't share even photographic evidence of said "pi"s, as they vanished from the kitchen quicker than mathematical equations vanished from my head the day I walked out the doors of Broadalbin Central for the last time. Sure were good though.

And stored in the cool area in the front hall

 

The Storm that Wasn't and the Goats that Were

Linda Brown, the birds love your feeders! These are inches from my window over the sink!

Yesterday defined dismal. It was so hard to get motivated to actually do anything, but there were things to do and most of them got done somehow. 

Maybe I should wash the window over the sink

What was projected to potentially be a major snowstorm or ice storm or some other horrific weather event ended up as a rainy dirge lamenting in the background as we kept waiting for the weather to DO something.

Eventually it just.....didn't.

However, a valuable flock of Oberhasli show goats did, vanishing from their pasture leaving behind cut fence and vehicle tracks. There were gorgeous goats of other breeds too, but the Oberhaslis caught my eye, as they are one of my favorite breeds.

Thanks to the wonders of social media they were found almost immediately many miles away, safe and sound, and supposedly sold on Craig's List to unsuspecting buyers.

This happened just a few miles from here and is beyond creepy and frightening. As always there are a few comments blaming the owner for not keeping the goats locked up in a barn. Seriously? Video of the farm showed beautiful facilities and wonderfully well-cared for animals. Why do people always have to find some way to blame the victim of a crime? I hope they catch the perpetrator of this nasty action and punish them appropriately.

Snobby bird, turning his back on me

The Dusty Daisy Does Not Lie

Tis that time of year when things that might better remain outside sneak inside.

And seek culinary congress....

With sunflower seeds and dog food and sundry other supplies, which are generally kept under the dining room table.

Daisy always lets us know when one has gotten in here. She is alert and eager to go places where she doesn't really belong....and she never lies.

Just now our little dachsie girl sneaked in under the buffet and began noodling around among the collection of soda bottles awaiting return.

Outrageous! Vermin in the dining room!

I used my best border collie encouraging voice. Chh em, Daisy, Chh chem.

She did.

And whatever it was ran right into my foot.

EEEEEEEKKKKKK!!!!!

I screamed like a girl. After all I am a girl, albeit a fairly early model.

And now it is under the dining room table. 

Somewhere.

Ch Chem Daisy, please!

And please! Let it just be a mouse.

Code Blue

Last night. It means that the homeless shelters are open in area cities.

I certainly would not want to be outdoors on a night like that. The moon was very high and the air was very cold, and pretty damp too. Ice clouds hung overhead.

This morning the moon was blanketed in that ice fog and looked faint and small and far away. Not a blanket I would want to shelter beneath.

The stove is roaring here today and still having trouble keeping up with this big drafty house. Alan and I put up a lot of plastic here and there, but obviously not enough. I have my down vest on and am grateful for it.

I was saddened to discover that Cabela's doesn't seem to carry them any more. I won this one as a door prize at a picnic put on by our favorite veterinarian many years ago. I liked it so well that I found a place that sold them and bought them for everyone in the family. 

Most of them have worn right out as everyone here works outdoors. Things get torn on wire and such. You can track the boss by the feathers that fluff around him. 

 Mine has stayed intact all that time though. I am not sure whether this means that I have a lousy work ethic or just that I am careful.

I will hope that it is the latter. Anyhow, stay warm and enjoy this last day of nice before the latest storm rolls in. 

Sunday Stills....the Long and Winding Road

For more Sunday Stills.....

Persistent Cold Rain

.....Is at least not nine feet of snow. For which I am grateful. 

Did the bank changing thing I threatened yesterday. What a great feeling to go from being shut out of an account and refused a simple solution to logging back in, to click, hey, presto, logged in and associated with all the other accounts we use for various purposes before we even got back home. Online banking is a fine thing.

 We gave a local bank a test drive, but the big national chain we have always used...ever since it wasn't a national chain and was just the neighborhood bank where I opened my first bank account when I was maybe eight years old...seems to meet our needs much better.

Very glad to have taken the day and gotten it done. 

Not so glad to have shopped....

In stores.......no, no, please not stores.

Oh, it is good to have crackers in the house again.

And cheese. You MUST have cheese in your fridge. Plus other assorted sundries and foodstuffs. 

However, the crowds were awful. This person is giving gift cards or services, such as cleaning disaster area bedrooms and doing lots of laundry this holiday season.

Yep. Not much shopping involved. I hate shopping.

However, I have been given to understand that today is St. Nicholas Day. I sure liked that when we were kids. Our folks never mentioned the day in advance, so we were always astonished and delighted as we played on the living room floor and candy rained down on our heads.

We never looked up to check out who might be on the stairway throwing it either. I can still remember the butterscotch and peppermint and cinnamon candies. Thanks, Mom and Dad, for all the fun and memories.

And thanks for not throwing coal, even if we often deserved it. Yikes! That would have hurt.

If the Sun Went Down

As far north as the moon did this morning it would be the highest of high summer, rather than late fall trending into winter.

The landscape is always eerie under a large and fullish moon even in summer when the fireflies are blinking under its bright, pale blaze and a thousand insects and night birds are calling. I pause every night and morning, in every single season, on the stair landing, just to look.

However in this season as it falls, fat and full and orange, into a hazy horizon far away, it is more than passing strange. Like some other planet in some other solar system.....it seems so oddly foreign.

And then the sun pops up pale and silvery pink and the weird just fades away.

Whatever, Daisy thought it was just wonderful that I stuck my feet in sneakers and joined her out in the dark this morning. She does love her some company. 

There's Always Peggy

When the days get too gloomy.

It has been a week of warranty work on the Camaro that seemed to never end. Almost new car and the heater core went, suddenly. It is a huge, major job to fix it, and a big block of time was scheduled in advance and promises made about when it would be done.

Then the dealer suddenly went incommunicado. No info. Shortened calls. "It won't be ready in time."

No explanations. No answers. It was important that it be done in time as the guy who drives it must return to Washington DC for his work and there are no other vehicles around the place that would even begin to make the drive.

Fortunately his boss called and his job restarted a day late, so the car is back just in time for him to climb into it and drive away. Turns out the mechanics broke the air bag getting the dash off. Been nice if they had been willing to tell him.

Anyhow, in the interim he took the big, new tires off the Blue Bomber and put them on our car. What a beast it looks like now...not your average granny car. However, it was still picked out all those years ago by a granny....well not yet...but I am now...who was sick of getting stuck in that godawful driveway.

And that is the excitement around here.

Nuttin

 To say about nuttin. 



Sorry.

Days are short and gloomy. It snows. It melts. Same old birds. Same old same old.



The icicles were pretty though...

While they lasted......spring is coming...it says here in fine print.

Sunday Stills...the Rainbow Connection

Most of these are last summer's rainbows, as most of the ones around here migrate south for the winter.

However, a wild, free-range, rainbow roosted here in the kitchen sink all of one sunny November day. We were amazed to see it and fed it a little sugar water.

Hopefully it will find its way south before hard winter strikes and it starves.

For more Sunday Stills.....

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Twisted Trees

Some of them are nature's work, or the efforts of strangling riverbank grapes.

Others are the pattern left behind by an old lady with too much time on her hands and the desire to keep the little honey locust branches from reaching out and touching folks with their jagged little thorns. 

They are all kind of cool.

The Things you See

The backdrop, minus the birds

 With only two cows, a heifer and three calves, there was no reason to cling to a rigid schedule yesterday, so for the first time in forever....literally our whole lives together..... I suggested to the boss that he finish all his chores before he ate his dinner....which I didn't rush and race to cook, since there were only three of us here, and no need for a tight schedule atall.

And I boned out the bird before we had dinner, so after there were just the dishes and the packing away.



Thus it was still daylight when I sat down in my Sunday chair, done with the day's requirements.

I happened to look up. To get this you have to imagine that every single surface for miles around is coated with inches-thick snow. Weirdly the sticky stuff fell in the midweek storm and just clung to every branch and leaf....everything is starkly and utterly white.

The sky was darkening woolly grey....



Into this stark, but beautiful monochrome burst a murmuration of starlings...not a big one, just a few hundred birds.....

But a few hundred strong black birds, swirling and twisting and twining against a backdrop of sheer white was a thing of staggering beauty such as I had never imagined. Jaw dropping, heart stopping, awe inspiring wow.



The trees over in the eastern hedgerow were also covered with thousands more....enough to make them look as if they had sprouted a full crop of black leaves.

Of course before I could get shoes and camera they were gone, but I won't forget them.

A Toast

To all you sisters who are stuffing turkeys, eyes watering from the onions, sinuses tickled by too much sage, in overheated kitchens, even as I type. And to brothers who are hunting deers with visions of that stuffing dancing in their heads.

And to brothers making dinner and sisters sitting in deer stands and to all the farmers who grew the green beans for a million green bean casseroles. To everyone who cares for livestock every single holiday in every kind of weather.

And to all who serve and cannot be home on this day of traditional gratitude and camaraderie and overeating.

Happy Thanksgiving to you, one and all.

And peace to America and everyone who lives here.

And don't forget the good folks who print the paper that runs the Farm Side. Word is that they have been without power all night and are struggling to get that job done before going home to their families. Be safe and strong today.

Are You Ready

We think we are, but no doubt today and tomorrow will reveal to us all the things we have forgotten. Kids are all dining with inlaws or prospective inlaws, so it is just the three of us this year.

Which doesn't mean that I won't be cooking. I figure to be filling folks up with leftovers for at least a week.

Meanwhile, the kids had their six turkeys processed locally and were quite happy with the result. Weights ranged from a smaller hen at 15 pounds to big toms that were nearly 25.

They gave me one of the big ones, which I am saving for Christmas....really, if I had gotten it thawed we would be having it tomorrow....however, we do have a fresh one in the fridge. 

Anyhow, I hope you have fun cooking up a storm, while hopefully avoiding the predicted one. And be safe on those roads out there! It isn't bad enough that we are predicted to have a lot of snow....no, we all have to dodge thousands of people looking down at their phones. Texting while driving seems to have become the new national pastime.

While Alan was on his way home last night and driving through the Baltimore area he saw four accidents in quick succession. Three were obvious cases of distracted driving.

One involved the car directly in front of him and the one in front of it.

I guess we have to watch out for them, since they are certainly not watching out for us.

Have a great Thanksgiving anyhow.

Clear Today, Gone Tomorrow

A present from my husband, who knows that the way to a farm girl's heart is not flowers and chocolates

The past couple of days have been phenomenal for November and much appreciated. Yesterday was so warm we opened all the barn doors to let the heat in.

Today the wind is whipping and whining, but it is still warm enough to go out without a coat.

I was hanging up laundry in fact and happened to look up. A twin engine plane flew past with two wind tossed pigeons right below. The plane can certainly move a lot more cargo, but the pigeons were more graceful. 

Then a perfect storm of box elder samaras came swirling down. It was so cool! There were thousands of them, clouds of them, each whirling in its own path to earth.

 Of course this means that next spring there will be thousands of tiny box elders springing up wherever we don't want them. Seems as if by two hours after they sprout they have a whippy trunk that is hard to break and roots that go to Taiwan.  Acer Negundo is not my favorite tree!

It's the burdock of the maple world in my mind.

 In fact the other day when the trimmers from the power company interrupted my Bald Eagle photo shoot, they apologized nicely for taking out maybe a dozen young box elders. I assured them that if they cut every one on the farm my heart would not be broken.

And, as previously mentioned, there would be plenty more next spring. I wouldn't be surprised if you could count hundreds of them out in the hedgerows, around the buildings, in the flower beds, in inconvenient cracks in the foundation....everywhere.

This is NOT an acer negundo, but rather, I believe, an acer saccharum
a much more welcome tree
This piece is hollow and will have geraniums planted in the top next spring.
Meanwhile, NOBODY is going to plow over the garlic bed.

Anyhow, this sweet little interlude of wonderful weather will be interrupted tomorrow by a major winter storm or so the forecasters are saying. Weather wise this has been the nicest fall in decades. I am not ready for it to end. Be safe on the roads this week, please....