Recreating

Moon, still on grass, although Liz tosses them a little hay
 if they are down when she is feeding horses

The farmers were at play yesterday, after the hay customers went on their way bearing good feed for their horses and cow.

Heading for the hill, which you can see in the background. it is much higher than it looks

The men went out behind 7-County Hill to do a little huntin'.

And Becky and I went walking. No particular danger. We were on the north side of a near-mountain. They were on the south. And each knew where the other half was.

Beck and I logged 7.7 miles without ever leaving home. There were however, some circles involved. It is fun to walk the perimeter of the fields, up against the hedgerows, to see what you can see....and hear.

Alas, the birding was a little lame. Chickadees, Starlings, Blue Jays, a single White-throated Sparrow, and an LBB that defied identification. Looked exactly like a female Indigo Bunting, but it is winter, so that is pretty darned unlikely.

Tall girls makin' shadows

Meanwhile the guys were seeing everything. Alan had THREE species of woodpecker dropping bark on him and generally being pests.

Talking books...well, actually, glaring at the pesky camera lady

However, on our end, the book talk went on from cover to cover...talking literature with no interruptions, except to say, "Look, isn't that pretty!" is a rare treat.

Until the sun dropped behind 7-County....at 3:45!!!!!....and it suddenly got really cold. Then we all had to look for the old man for a while, as he had wandered off on his own, and then gone home. Of course, he doesn't do cell phones, so we had to holler and call the house for a while, as the sun sank lower and lower. 

But he was fine. He just got cold. As we did. I swear it took me half the night to get warmed up. Becky was in shorts. She is probably still half frozen....although maybe all those kitties helped with that situation.

It was good. I love it that since I decided last January in Florida to get fitter or die trying I can walk all that way, up hill and down, and not even be sore or tired the next day. 

And it was fun. You don't get days like that in December often enough. 

Yote tracks. We saw a lot of them and some were HUGE!

Gratitude

This morning I was given:

Two heartfelt, unsolicited, hugs from my favorite son.

One skein of geese, headed west and looking all not-winter-yet, and making me smile.

One set of puppy kisses, all warm and snuggly, getting the water off my cold fingers after I went out for fish tank water.

One batch of cookies from a recipe from a friend in Canada....well, actually I baked the cookies, but they sure tasted good.

One package of TicTacs left by my computer. What a nice and unexpected little gift.....I hope she wasn't trying to tell me something.

One tom turkey, of which I am absurdly fond, still alive this morning after being mauled by a rooster yesterday. The rooster was not quite as lucky.....

Someone to buy hay so maybe the taxes can get paid next year.

One quiet horse going out to pasture that didn't kick doofy Daisy in the head, even though she heeled him all the way, looking proud of herself as if it was all her idea that he go out for the day.

One small person saying "Please" to Uncle Alan to get the Christmas lights turned on, and "Thank you," for a cookie.

Warm busy house, warm noisy family, warm foolish dogs......all the good stuff, all morning long. 

Saving Family Farms

Some NY dairy farmers got a reprieve  from losing their milk market this week. So many others have gone through that awful wringer in the past few months.

When I read the article  it came as small surprise to find that the National Farmers Organization, or NFO, came through for them.

You see we faced this situation a few years back and it was truly awful.

Cows must be milked, at least twice every day. They must be fed and watered, receive veterinary care. Most have a nutritionist who visits and expects his due. The electric bill for the barns must be payed, and on a dairy it is often a whopper.   I saw bills up to a thousand a month when we had a full barn and a cold year. Tractors need fuel, insurance fees loom large. Taxes must be paid and they are not gentle on land owners.

When you lose your market, the milk goes down the drain, or if you are lucky you can give it away, and the check that offsets these liabilities is gone.

There are very few people who can afford to feed dozens, if not hundreds, of large, hungry animals and provide for all their other needs, as if they were pets. The sale barn and the end of life as you knew it looms large and stops sleep.

When it happened to us because our cooperative quit the company that had a contract with the small trucker who could access our challenging driveway, we spent weeks in a flurry of phone calls to legislators and everyone else we could find to no avail. 

And in fear. We were terrified. Those cows were like family to us, farming was all we knew, and we couldn't see a way out of it.

In the end, John Dabs, who owned the trucking company that picked up our milk, sent Ken Woodruff, who inspected for NY's NFO, to check us out. He looked over our barns, sat at our kitchen table talking and offering confident comfort, and signed us up...we have lost track of Ken, and I am sorry for it. He was good to us.

We stayed with NFO until we sold out. There were times they didn't pay as much as other coops and processors. There were times they charged more for this or that. There were times we got aggravated, as farmers, who are pretty helpless about what they are paid and what they pay out, sometimes do.

However, through it all, three times a month that milk check came and Ken was as reasonable a milk inspector to work with as I have ever met. Some processors, who are less scrupulous, leave farmers dangling for their last check when they sell out. Not NFO...we got every check.

I was and still am grateful to National Farmers for saving our farm ......at least for a while,.....and comforted to see that they are still doing it. It is good that someone still looks out for farmers instead of viewing them as cattle to be milked for all they are worth and then dumped.

Here is our story.....

Next in Line

Tradition. Can it help us be strong in family and faith? 

My grandmother had a nativity set just like this when I was small. It was carefully laid out on a little table, usually near the Christmas tree, right next to the front window. Ribbon candy appeared in a little blue dish along about that time too.....

I loved it, although it was a little intimidating too. Baby Jesus, those scary wise men, and all you know, and we were not allowed to get too close to it. However, I so desperately wanted to touch the animals and move the figurines .

Fast forward many years. Grandma is gone and the set left to another family member, who no doubt loves it dearly.

Meanwhile I found this one at a garage sale down in town for just five dollars quite  many years ago. The parts were not all there but we had fun finding replacements that kinda, sorta, almost matched, making legs for the broken dog, discovering that someone had added an extra wise man and putting in a Border Collie too.

It is a beloved tradition that is strong in our family, so much so that the kids actually cleared off Grandma Lachmayer's dining room table, another object steeped in family lore, without complaining too awfully badly. And it was buried pretty deep.

This morning was the first time Peggy has ever seen it. She seemed as awed as I was all those years ago, and wanted to add one of her cows to the one next to the manger. Hopefully she will learn the stories that go with the figures and remember grandmothers and aunts and uncles and Christmases filled with the magic of love and family, just as I do.

Ooh.......

Sour Moon

On the eve of Thanksgiving the moon rose over the horizon to the east like a big lemon lollipop or an errant toy balloon.

The day had been stressful.  The kind of stress that is embarrassing to admit to, as it is a stress borne of a great group of good things. Two cooks in one kitchen, cooking separate dishes for two different dinners. Major renovations taking place right outside the kitchen door, with attendant screaming power tools and lead cords dragged through the doors and draped all over.Good stuff, with good results soon to be enjoyed.

I was duly grateful for family and home improvements, but I can't lie.

I was stressed about half to death.

Thus as the day ended I sneaked out on my sitting porch, just the camera and me, and sat in my red chair snapping photos, looking as always for that elusive good moonshot.

There is a zone where all is forgotten and you are alone in your mind and at peace. I had just fallen into that place, watching the beauty, listening to the day's end sounds, resting my often too-busy brain.....

When WHAM. Somebody hit somebody down on the Thruway. Screaming tires and heart wrenching thump that is never forgotten, once heard. I ran inside to tell Jade, who was the only one in there, and ask if he thought I should call 911. However, within seconds red and blue lights were flashing, so I didn't.

I have no idea what happened. There were seven or eight emergency vehicles out there until hours later, and traffic was tied up for ages. However, if it ever made the news, I never saw it. How sad that someone's holiday was ruined.....I hope everyone is okay, but it sure didn't look good.

And I was once again grateful, that despite all the confusion, all of ours were safe at home. Thank God.

Secret

Swamp...well, not so much a secret as much as just off the beaten path. We went down to Schoharie Crossing yesterday morning, birding, but nothing was stirring but a few crows and a man walking his dog.

So we drove over to the bit of Bear Swamp that we call Lyker's Pond. I am sure that it is not its official name, be we all know where we mean when we talk about it.

There was a little grebe noodling around in the water when we got there, but the light was bad and once he saw us he was nothing but a splash and a vanish. Cool to see him though.

And then there was the Winterberry Holly. How I love to see it out there flaming in the woods, bright as a dozen flocks of cardinals, and as merry as Christmas against the greys and browns. 

It is one of those things I tend to forget about, rather than anticipating each season like the scent of the River Bank Grapes in June, so it comes as a sort of a surprise each winter.

Kind of like a Christmas present that shows up every year. I wonder if it would grow along the Long Lawn, where its feet would be good and wet....how cool would that be?

Construction Pro

There is nothing like having one in the family.

A week ago our back porch was missing half its boards and hanging from the roof, with the bottom not touching the concrete floor.

Skunks got in around the door and tore up the trash.

We talked about fixing it for years...

And years....

And years.

Then our favorite construction pro and his dad decided to actually do the deed.

Original plans called for saving as much of the old wall as possible, but it fell apart as soon as Alan banged on it, so they built an entirely new wall.

We have also lived without ether a porch light or outside lights for at least 20 years....no one wanted to mess with the old knob and tube wiring....

Now, we have light both inside and out. Outlets to plug in freezers so the lead cord no longer has to be run out the window.

Looks as if we are moving up in the world. Nice job, guys, thanks.

Inside

Painter, designer, builder, and electrician in chief

Here's Lookin' at You

Nectarine, the last official barn cat,
although there are a couple of strays around now and then.

Moonshine

Plus a small, but nagging, mystery solved. Every time I walked past our grain tub turned dumpster, I heard this weird rattling, like a bird in the bushes, from the other side of it.

When I looked, there was never anything there. I heard it every day.

It drove me nuts (not a long trip on the best of days.)

Finally, yesterday, I was out walking with the camera when I heard it again. Nothing there.

Again.

But when I went up back to get a pic of the heifer, there they were. On the other side, of the top of the dumpster thingie behind the brown rolled up awning, were twenty or thirty of these guys, all taking baths in complete privacy, in the rainwater that collect there.

They flew away too quickly for me to get a shot, but at least the mystery is solved.

Feedin' da Cowz

Peggy's daddy had this stuffed toy cow, stuck away up at his mother's house.. Yesterday they introduced it to Miss Peggy.

 To say that it was love at first moo would be an udder statement.

This morning she lugged it out to the living room and came out to the kitchen exploring.

And found her mama's pie punkins. I said, "I'll bet your cow is hungry. Why don't you feed her?"

And so she did.

The cow was originally a throw he won at the fair....they stuffed it with pillows at some time along the way...and now we have a happy baby tucking her cow in (That is her very favorite blankie, which is always grubby beyond belief because she bawls when we wash it) and filling her with punkin.

Rootin' Tootin' Shootin'

So while the turkey was browning and celery being chopped, a wounded deer was ended,  pain stopped in his tracks, and a buck tag spent on mercy.

We know his back story, that stout 8-pointer, of the person or persons unknown who shot right over our cows, among which he was standing, while the men worked a few yards away, in the driveway.

With no regard for buildings, or people, or cows, posted signs, or laws, someone took a risky shot, after the legal hours of hunting, and did mortal damage without killing.

Boom. Bad shot.

He was tracked,long hours into the darkness, by someone who actually has a clue, while the authorities hunted for the illegal hunter.

Alas, the buck left for the road, and the hunters hid well.

And then, after five days of what must have been horrible misery...I will spare you the details....he came back and was found....and it is all finished.

You don't want to know the bad parts; he was neither going to live, nor die easily, but it is done.

I am fine with hunting. We eat well because of hunting. But for Pete's sake, you turkeys from town.......there are plenty of deer out there. Don't shoot around farm buildings and animals. That can quickly become a tragedy or a felony. And if you can't hit what you aim at effectively, or won't man up and find your wounded, stay at home with a Bud and a hotdog. There's a TV channel for that.

Happy Thanksgiving

To all. Hope you enjoy a day that is safe and happy.....

Under Construction

Tuff Tom says.....

Making the turkey today. Will bone it, chill it, and reheat in gravy tomorrow. That cuts down....marginally...on the madness.

Meanwhile, the back porch is also under construction, and a darned good thing. We wanted to use the existing wall and build around it but when Alan started to work on it, it practically fell off the house. 

Nothing left of it. It's a wonder it didn't fall off on someone's head! So he built a whole new wall on two sides, and caulked and painted and it is gorgeous.

Now the guys are off getting wiring to put an outlet out there and I am making applesauce. And Liz is going to be cooking for her in-laws here too, so, yeah....it's a madhouse.

Thank you, Bird Flu

Most years we buy a fresh turkey when they go on sale, as close to the holiday as possible.

Then we also purchase a frozen one and save it to enjoy later.

Fresh birds were so expensive a week ago we decided to forgo one and buy a frozen one.

What with the army that marches through here every day, we like a big one, over 20 pounds...way over, if that is an option.

The girls went to get me a bird yesterday so it would have time to thaw. However, wherever they went all the large frozen turkeys were already gone. They ended up getting me a fresh one after all, and only just a 20-pounder.

S'okay, at least we have a turkey. And if we didn't we have venison. And beef.

Hope you all have a delightful holiday and not be too tired out when it is over.

A Title, a Title, my Kingdom for a Title

Sunset yesterday wasn't too shabby though

Yesterday, the wind was howling, 

And the clouds were scowling.

As they scudded 'cross the hill outside the not-quite-daybreak window.

It set the dogs to growling

Then barking when the door slammed open, torn by hands of angry autumn gale.They made me feel like howling too.

Oh, how I hate November.

I hustled out on the hill to do the best I could with it

.......and then....came the next day, today that is, opening with an incredible cast of stars, sparkling and burning holes in the unlight sky. What color is that anyhow, that they shine against at 4 o'clock in the morning? Blue doesn't do it justice, nor black, but it is certainly some color.

At any rate, you can easily stand to stand under whatever color it is for a while, shivering puppy in tow, and just watch the stars as they twinkle... You can describe it scientifically, or just enjoy it like a little kid, looking up for the first time..

Then the horizons go all liquid and melt like northern water, all the colors of a deep, smooth  mountain lake, and just as indescribable. 

Crows wake up and shine their wings west by northwest, speaking to each other of the cornfields they will raid and the hawks they will encumber. There are hundreds of them every day and they foretell the weather. If it is gloomy, and rainy, and threatening to thunder they fly low and quiet, getting out and getting it done. On brighter days they are high and noisy and all about their business and everybody else's too. I love to watch them passing by.


 I built a fire this AM, as yesterday's went out, heat sucked out of the house by all that cold wind, until mere wood could not keep up. Then sat on a log by the stove, in between sorties for kindling wood....(do you mark down in your mind every stick and twig of dry wood around the place against a day like this like I do?).....and watched them passing over and the sun coming up and the frost melting in patches off the barn roof.

I hate November.

Some days more than others. 

Happy Birthday

To a very special young man

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.