Check

Amazing red sunrise...check...alas gone too fast to get inside and grab the camera.

DMP filled, deer processed, tagged, called in, placed in freezer and/or oven for supper tonight...Check

I made the huntin' photos tiny,
so you only have to see the details if you click and enlarge.

Three hay customers attended to, hay sold, loaded, tied down, and taken away...Check.

Plans finalized for cow pen....check.

3 Coyotes shown the error of their ways....check.

Laundry, dishes, little doggies....check, check, check......

Busy day....yep, that too...

Stuff still going on.....check....

JRT

A Jack Russell Terrier is made out of rubber. Not just light-weight rubber band rubber either. 

No, JRTs are formed with the rubber they use to make tires for those giant Ukes down in open quarries and mines...you know the ones that can haul half a state in one box load. Only stronger and bouncier.

Inside that high grade rubber covering is an assortment of high tensile springs, coiled utterly tightly, with hair trigger releases. The merest puff of air will set them loose. Or a tap on the door. Or the Carolina Wren scolding an imaginary cat. Boinga, boinga, boinga.... Like a jack-in-the-box....or should I say Mack-in-the-box?

The springs are connected to each other with bungee cords, serious, hearty, hefty bungee cords, dare I say, presidential bungee cords, strong enough to hold a piano, should it wish to bungee jump.

A big piano, with an exuberant demeanor.

JRT schematic 

On the bottom are paws, four of them, each tipped with a full set of Damascus steel swords, small swords mind you, but sharp and tough. Tough enough to grind up the piano after it bungee jumps, leaving only expensive sawdust behind. Mere human hide is shredded like tissue.

On the front we find the laser eyes, able to detect the tiniest morsel of something the JRT shouldn't eat, including little tacks that fall out of the junk drawer, Peggy's favorite toys, raisins, socks, boots, bags, pens, oh, never mind, they can detect anything......everything.....faster even than the guy with the big S on his shirt and the red cape.

The sniffy smeller is also located at the front and is capable of finding chicken poop from half a mile away...whereupon the Hoover mechanism kicks in.

Flappy ears on top are even more sensitive and can hear Box Elder Bug feet as they scurry across the floor, triggering the powerful herding instinct of the JRT.

Also out front is a set of pointy little shark teeth, stolen from an infant hammerhead swimming in the Romanche Trench. These teeth are fully capable of shredding all materials, from paper to hardwood flooring and are always ready for action.

At the rear is the latest model of waggy-tail, which wiggles faster than a flea on a red-hot griddle, especially when trouble is in the offing. With a JRT it's all trouble.

The whole shebang is covered with rugged leather hide in a perfect tan-and-white pattern, with pink on the underside. The pink is delicate and dainty and gives an utterly false impression of what is contained within. It does serve however, to make the ticks quite visible, so the morning rings with, "Oh, no, another tick! Get the tweezers."

Because a JRT is low-slung like a Ferrari....only faster.

Powering this pint-sized juggernaut is a self-cooling, chicken meat (or at least that's what they claim on the can) powered super computer.If you think that Android or iPhone is powerful...well, the guys that run Anonymous don't have computers this powerful. It can process information at a speed far beyond that of mere light, and the rest of the package can propel the creature to something he shouldn't have..... faster than a mere human brain can realize that it is going to fall on the floor.

This brain is held within a bony structure no bigger than a tennis ball, and yet produces nine bazillion megabytes of madness per second.....

All this might seem a trifle intolerable, especially for a sedentary person, tasked with keeping up with this little wild thing....

However, at the very front of every model, right between the shocks and the front quarter panels, we find the love center. Jack Russell Terriers produce love faster than a romance novel and stronger than Valentine's Day. It is impossible not to love them back.

Yeah, we love our Mackalacking, Macanudo, Mack Truck, Mad Max, favorite dog in the world.......Mack, indeed we do.

Show Support in a Positive Way

Be nice even. As you have probably seen on your Facebook feed, a vegan activist started a petition campaign to Wal*Mart protesting the sales of a livestock hauling trailer toy.

I won't go into the arguments against the toy. Specious hyperbole comes to mind when I read them. I am sure not going to share a link to such ill informed drivel. Heck, far from only hauling cows to the auction or the processing plant trucks like these are often used to transport the most valuable show cows in the nation..to the shows and home again......

However, to the animal rights folks, any animal contact is bad, no matter how caring and careful. 

We could all rail and wail and carry on about the petition, but instead, along with getting some more accurate information out to folks who want to know, some of the young movers and shakers in agriculture have found a positive and innovative way to spread a good word. 

They have started a campaign to purchase farm toys and turn them over to the Toys for Tots drive.

I salute them! We had thought to buy one for Peggy for Christmas, as she loves her farm toys and tractors, but this is even better. We are already teaching her about ag and she loves every minute. Other children might not share that opportunity.

Here are links to some of the folks involved:

Ryan Goodman, I am Agriculture Proud

Dairy Carrie, The Adventures of Dairy Carrie

Katie Pinke, The Pinke Post

Diana Pritchard, Righteous Bacon

My Q-tip and I

Made a tomato.

Actually we seem to have made several of them. It appears that maters are self-pollinated, although bees and the like can help the process.

However, wind seems to be more important to the deal.

Although this place is mighty drafty, the breeze doesn't seem adequate for tomato production, so I jiggled these blossoms around a while back with a Q-tip, and much to my surprise yesterday found little fruitlings.

Now it is just a matter of waiting for them to turn from green marbles to little red globes of absurd sweetness that simply explode with perfect flavor when nibbled....or gobbled, as is more likely by far.

Procrastination

Sometimes it works out well. That thing you were worrying about doesn't happen or goes away on its own, or turns out to be for the best after all.

And sometimes, not so much.....Something you didn't do comes back to bite you in the nether regions with teeth filed to a fiery point and trouble on the move.

You may remember when a varmint, maybe a fox, maybe not a fox, got on the back porch, wrecked the trash bags and alarmed Daisy...it was before the advent of Mack.....

The whatever...... coulda been a raccoon.... tore up the corner of the heavy hardwood that frames the door and made a mess.

For ages and ages, every now and then the boss would threaten to fix the hole.

In fact just yesterday...or was it the day before....he said, " I WILL get around to that someday."

I wasn't really all that worried about it.

Until this morning when I found a note on the computer when I got up....

"Skunk on porch. Be careful when you walk the dogs."

And so I was.

There was no smell, just dog food cans strewn all over and shredded aluminum foil.

Liz says there were two great big ones there when Jade tried to go to work this morning.

I am thinking that maybe the time for procrastination has passed and action is in order.

Just maybe.......

Less Bleak

It is surely November, the month of grey and brown. This year at least, what with a number of sunny days that are reasonably warm, the silver frosted grass of sunrise spends noonday neon green.

However, there is no question that summer is long gone.

Any tips on fertilizing these tiny maters?
This plant will be two years old pretty soon...it fed us treats all summer

But...... down among the chocolate mint and the orange mint a Johnny Jump Up peeks out, all purple-spotted and freckled-white. In the cold its colors are much more intense than in the warmer season. Its tiny blossoms seem to glow.

Now and then the Calendula sends out a shaggy bloom or two as well.

However, we must turn indoors for a real garden experience....well, other than planting the garlic, which we did on Monday....yay!

It is less bleak in here than out there. 

Out there

Hey, Dad, this Bird's for You

Ring-billed and Herring Gulls, and who knows what else

My father is 84 today. Although some of my passions seem to have been inborn..... horses for example.... I was horse crazy from infancy....and some grew on me over the ages, like gardening and dairy farming, birding is all Dad.

Today it is pretty much my favorite thing, after spending time with family, of course.

Hunkered down after the attack.
This is how we first spotted them, a very tight knot of a big mess of birds.

Dad got me interested in birds, which I have been since as early as I can remember. Oddly enough, although when I was six or seven I didn't know a Rusty Blackbird from a California Condor, I remember seeing white-eyed, brownish black birds that weren't grackles, when we still lived in Gloversville.....we moved from there the year I turned eight. How I wish I could see one now!

He also fed the fire so to speak by getting me involved in the Audubon Christmas Bird Count, in which I have participated eagerly for more years than I can count.

I thank him for that and for feeding interests in nature, biology and history in particular, and in learning in general.

He is a pretty great dad.

I hope you will join me in wishing him a very happy birthday and many more of the same.

I love you dad!

American Crows, gleaning a corn field after all the excitement.
If you are interested in Bald Eagles, there are almost always spot them near the boat launch
 and surrounding fields. Lots of other goodies there too.

***A little about these photos and video. Alan and I spotted these gulls and crows on Saturday and pulled down into the Schoharie boat launch area to see what was up. Turns out a Bald Eagle was stirring up the gulls and crows were mobbing the eagle. It was pretty cool.


 

I Always Wanted

A tank in which to go riding around the farm, frightening trespassers and having a high time.

While we were on the road a couple of weeks ago Alan bought this baby as a tiny little kit in an envelope and suggested that I put it together. It sat behind my computer for weeks until yesterday when he asked where it was......

And then he put it together. I could never have done it. It came as little sheets of stamped metal, thinner than a credit card and only about twice the surface area. The pieces...some of them....were no bigger than the end of a pencil. Some were even smaller. I do not have the patience....or the coordination......I quivered with impatience just watching him at it.

However.....

It is now a sturdy little critter tucked away in my China closet. For reference...that circle in the photos is my Irish ring.....

Better Hurry

Some of our loot

Our favorite orchard, Bellinger's, just up around the corner from here, is closing for the season tomorrow (Sunday) at 5 PM.

Alan and I ran up today to pick up some last tasty apples and  other stuff for the winter. I put my apples in a tub in the front hall and as long as I pay attention to bring them into the warmer part of the house during below zero weather, they keep for weeks and even months. I really love apples and feel rich if I have a store of them...

We bought some Suncrisp, some Ida Reds, and a couple of pie pumpkins and a squash for Lizzie. We had a nice visit too, as always. 

I love visiting.....it's a pretty spot.....tidy red barns nestled among trees groaning with apples and farms all around, green, and blue and beautiful.

I'll miss them! Don't miss this last chance to stock up on several late season varieties, squash and pumpkins, honey and such, and maybe grab some cider and cider donuts to keep the growling November winds at bay.

Four Letter Word

The road that is not going to be taken...at least not today

While hiding in the kitchen, pretending I don't have any work to do, for a minute I thought I saw some of that.....stuff....blowing across in front of the hill.

Thankfully it was just a little puff of smoke from the stove and wind-driven rain.

Which is bad enough.

Not too early for tinsel

It is snug and warm inside and cold and wet outside. Even the pup would prefer not to venture out there.

Then a hawk like a knife sliced past the window over the sink. Chickadees and Tufted Titmice scattered like chaff before a gale. One even bounced off the window...unharmed at least.

Then the thing swooped over the barn scaring the pigeons and panicking the rooster. Wow, what a large fierce bird. It flew off south, but I'll bet it will be back.

How did this get way back in the Hickory Tree Field hedgerow?

Meanwhile, last year on the 14th.

Not much color left now

The Cardinals Came

There is a drawback to walking for exercise. Once you start you can't.....not.....

Come dusk I was  restless....

I hiked up behind the barn almost to the 30-Acre Lot, to my favorite birdie hot spot in the darned near darkness. 

Chinking calls all around. Sounded like Cardinals, but there have never been that many Cardinals. Ever.

And then they came. I wasn't pishing. I wasn't doing anything...just standing there in the lane. But still they came.

A wave of Cardinals. They were silhouetted black against the tinfoil sky, no color to be seen, but they were what they were just the same.

If you stand there they will come.

I saw at least a dozen, but if all the birds chinking in the bushes were Cardinals there were many more. 

Then came something that sounded like a chicken. Buck-awk-k-k-k-k-k. Took  a while to recognize the sound of a hen turkey flying to roost. .time to go.

It was plumb dark down at the buildings. And spooky. Even the steer rustling in his pen as he ate his evening hay sounded ominous.

Kinda sad that it was only five o'clock.....

Today

I did what I wanted to. Said what I thought. Spent time where I wanted to be with the people I love and wanted to be with.

The only fences held our animals safe. I saw no one who meant us harm, but instead enjoyed a visit from old friends who traveled freely here from there. They were not stopped at checkpoints, nor did they risk offending our leaders and being harmed. Customers stopped by too, ready to buy our product to feed to their animals.

It was all good, and well worth appreciating.There are problems with our nation, some of them new and pressing, others old and discouraging.

However, all in all, we are amazingly free and fortunate.

Thank you, Veterans, thank you.

Mackalackin

Took da puppy up to the 30-Acre Lot this morning. There is nothing like the rear view of a fat, jaunty Jack Russell rump to enhance a little mini-hike.

He is a good companion too...adds an extra sense to the equation; I can see him smell every interesting thing along the way.

Alas the chain of command twixt he and me has some noticeable weak links, so we had to follow the path of leash resistance.He isn't too bad about that, except for every now and then getting into bondage and tying my feet together.

We saw the sun coming up bright against a quilted sky, all lined with clouds and laced with crows headed north by northwest. It is still warm enough for sweatshirts but brisk enough for hiking so it feels good out on the hills. I was guilty of not wearing my blaze orange sweatshirt, which is in the wash, but I imagine bright green will not be mistaken for a deer either.. 

Mack is a fine bird dog, fascinated by the chinking of some White-throated Sparrows, all the more so when he actually saw them....they came quite close to us.

Something down by the driveway frightened him...something I couldn't see, but it was there. His little tail tucked and he quivered behind me, peeking out at something only he could see.

I wonder....

BTW, the vote on yesterday's excremental inquisition weighed heavily toward large coyote, which is downright fine with me. We already know we have those...see them all the time. Don't need any bears keeping me from feeding birds, no way no how. So thanks to all who offered an opinion.

Oh, Look, Cows!

Neon Moon and Moonshine soaking up early morning fogshine

Bama, who knew how much I would enjoy the state after which this cow was named?
And, yes, FC, who named her (Bama Breeze after the song) and Cathy, who saved her, she is still with us.

Went out to feed the birds and got carried away. Set the seed cup down in the lane and went up behind the barn looking for deer. Nope, no deer.

Oh, well, up the other lane there are cows. Found them all right. 

Expert Opinion Sought

Really big coyote or really small bear? We do have large yotes, but there have been rumors of a small bear being spotted. I am hoping coyote. The shoe btw is a size 12. There was both hair and fruit involved.

Scouting

Looking north from the 30-Acre Lot

I was out for year birds. He was checking the scene for the upcoming hunting season. Yes, we hunt, and I have learned over the lean years to be fairly good at cooking venison....to the point we like it almost as well as beef.........almost.

Anyhow, as we passed from the 30-Acre Lot to the Old Spreader Field I saw a flutter up ahead. Just a few birds, but they were something different.  Eastern Bluebirds, common as dirt; we normally see them in January, but for some reason this year they have been elusive. So my goal was reached immediately. Huzzah.

Photo by Alan

Then we proceeded to walk until my pedometer said 4.7 miles. We mostly kept to nice, smooth, old lady friendly hay fields, but we walked through some rough too. I saw places I have never seen before despite over three decades wandering around the place. The boy is a woodsman....

Also by Alan

 I discovered that being able to smell a buck was not a fluke...it happened to me up in Montezuma....as we went into Stolen Car Field I smelled that gamy musky scent again. I pointed it out to Alan, but he had already noticed it. He is much better than I am at this stuff....he can even smell turkeys...but I still felt like Chingachgook or something.

Yeah, I know, useless skill but still....

It was fun...we are so lucky to have all this ground to wander over and so much to see. 

Gutted

This is  was  is...a snowmobile

When everyone is home all at the same time bees have nothing on us. The machine above is Alan's. When he bought it last year it had a cracked gas tank, so every time he rode we had to make him leave his clothes on the porch when he came home. A few hours after being in this nearly unrecognizable state it was running again. Hooray for guys who can do their own wrenching.

Of course all mechanical activities are inspected by this small, serious, person.
Although she has little to say so far, she knows a screw driver from a wrench and will retrieve either from the tool box upon request. And no, this was neither running, nor propped up yet....

They worked on Jade's too and did something mumble, mumble, unintelligible to someone who has  little interest in any activity that involves winter, to it too. At any rate it was propped up in the air with its fanny available for whatever they were doing for several hours yesterday. I thought they were using some sort of lift intended for the job, but nope, it was farmer inventiveness involving the plow for the 4-wheeler and a winch....oh, well, whatever works.

She handed these out to all the youngest generation at the Halloween party last week
A big hit I can tell you...these are not quite finished and will have contrasting bands around the top when done.

Meanwhile, indoors, other projects were proceeding apace in order to provide fodder for the library sale. One must support their library in any way possible and Becky was working hard at crocheting lots of Christmas stocking for an event that is coming up soon. 

Later, the mineral collector in chief took grandma out in the driveway for a little "Bone? Stone?" activity. Then she took me bird watching. At not yet two years old this one already knows all about who comes to the feeders and is a big fan. Start them young, start them right......all in all it was a busy day. 

Rejoice

She has her eye on me, but she won't fly unless I get a lot closer than this

The weekend. The weather has turned cruddy, although it isn't really cold yet.

Yesterday brought spits of rain and raging, gusting, groping winds that found everything that wasn't nailed down and gave it all a fling. We spent some time chasing I can tell you.

Not my favorite time of year, no way, no how, but our boy made it safely home last night, albeit late because he had to work late. 

And everyone else is here and safe and secure under the roof of this hectic but loving home.

What more to ask? Nothing....

The other night at sunset the crows were going home.
As each one passed over the house its wings turned to sliver in the setting sunlight.
Someday I will catch a better photo of that but meanwhile this is better than...nothing.