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Nick, looking askance. 

Each dog, Mack first, and then Finn, felt the need to carry the blinkie ball up to the backyard this morning. The blinkie ball is a much contested treasure...beloved by both....but they usually leave it in the kitchen.

What was up with that anyhow? 

Debating on doggy arrangements for camp. Thinking take Mack, leave lovely Finn home, just because he is big and hairy. Not to mention young and a little timid and I fear losing hold of him and having him vanish in the wilderness. On the other hand he is really a much nicer doggy...

What do you think?

Beef with Brazil

Unless you are a Farm Side reader you probably didn't know how many times I have written about the USDA's folly in opening the USA to imports of fresh beef from Brazil. There have been a good many columns on the subject, including one last week.

Brazil is an endemic Foot and Mouth Disease country. America had its last case during the 1920s, reportedly at a farm across the river from us, the house upon which was built by the same people as constructed this one, and looked almost like our house as well. They were like twins to the north and south of the river...except that the cows there died and were burned and buried on that farm.....

The house burned too a few years ago and little is left except a sharp curve in the road and even sharper memories in a few minds here and there.

Foot and Mouth Disease is literally more contagious than the common cold. It can be spread great distances on water, air, by animals passing from farm to farm, and by products such as beef. Even laboratories studying the disease have been blamed for letting it loose on innocent animals. It is commonly recommended that farmers who visit countries where the disease is endemic quarantine themselves from their own livestock for a period after they return.  (How I wish I had my old computer with all the links to a couple of decades of research stories...the stuff is getting hard to find now, most links return 404 not found messages.....)

Great Britain has seen some horrific outbreaks in recent years, which devastated that nation's farm economy and resulted in the culling of 10 MILLION hoofed stock.

Imagine what an outbreak would do in this country. The cost of quarantines. The death of millions upon millions of cows, sheep, goats etc. With our wild population of hoofed animals, consider the cost and death toll of controlling an outbreak that affected them. We stink at getting rid of feral hogs. What if they got Foot and Mouth?

There are many columns worth of reasons why the change in our import rules was a lousy idea. Rampant corruption in Brazil. Adulterated meat. A lack of reciprocity in import/export balance....we would take in millions of bucks worth of their beef, while they bought almost none of ours. Even claims of slavery. 

However, the potential for Foot and Mouth disease is enough all on its own to make the opening of trade to fresh beef a fool's errand. One big mistake just waiting for disaster to happen. And it almost did.

Late yesterday evening the USDA abruptly halted the program and closed our borders to Brazilian beef. "A statement from the Brazilian Association of Beef Industry Exports says the self-suspension happened "after the detection of [bovine] reactions to the vaccine for foot-and-mouth disease, that in some cases can provoke internal, and not externally visible abscesses."...from Drovers Magazine.

I applaud the USDA for taking action in light of the number of code infractions found in meat from Brazil by FSIS inspections. However, it shouldn't have been a problem in the first place and I fear the suspension won't last long. Or at least not long enough.

Addition

Bent on subtraction...yesterday's Coopers Hawk

I was introduced yesterday to a mathematical concept that was utterly new to me. This one.

It seems illogical, but it is the way things are done. Anyhow, now I know why I could never do those memes where they substitute cheeseburgers for numbers. And here I always thought it was because I got distracted by all that food. Instead it's from not paying attention in math class.

However, there is another sort of math we are pretty good at here at Northview Farm. Adding to the population of song birds.

Today's fledglings include two broods of baby Black-capped Chickadees, some Eastern Phoebes, at least one, if not two broods of Purple Finches, and some newly minted House Finches.

Fortuitously the mulberries are just getting ripe. However, the newbies are also getting lessons in bird feeders 101, except the phoebes of course. They are having insects instead.

The yard is teeming with birds making such a clatter and chatter.

Comments

I love comments! Whether here or on Facebook shares, I treasure the chance to interact with my favorite folks.

Alas, due to constant spamming, even with moderation turned on for older posts, I have had to turn off anonymous comments. I apologize if this is a nuisance, but I've been getting dozens of spam comments every day. Can't figure out how to block them so.....

Sorry....

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Bullfrog Heaven

Yesterday started with plumbing.....you know how that can go. However, success was achieved, hot water forthcoming, and we rewarded ourselves with some sitting porch time with the plumber extraordinaire and Miss Peggy and company. She is mightily taken with the whole idea of hummingbirds coming to the feeder.

It was nice. 

Then in the evening we went over to Lykers to see what was stirring. Got 22 species of birds although nothing new. Such a pretty evening though.

Thank You Berry Much

Yesterday an unexpected gift of four quarts of lovely, juicy, deep red strawberries came my way. (Thank you Amber's mama!)

Thus three batches of freezer jam were made and Alan baked some nice shortcake for strawberry shortcake to be made with the other quart.

I had been suffering from severe berry envy, what with seeing everybody's berry delights on Facebook and all, and with our favorite picking place out of commission thanks to the depredations of marauding deer.

With jam in the freezer and biscuits and topping for shortcake tonight on hand as well, I feel so much better! 

June is BERRY month!

And Dairy Month as well of course....I mean, where would shortcake be without whipped cream after all?

Happy Father's Day

To all you fathers and dads out there, especially this one. Thanks dad, for all the nature interests, fishing, identifying trees and plants and bugs and beasts, especially the birds. Without that I would not have known this morning that the lovely cascade of notes about a foot from the bedroom window at five AM was an Indigo Bunting. I would have still been awake but not nearly as well informed......Love you!

And to this guy too. He gave me a chance to enjoy Mother's Day from the receiving end, plus teaching me most of what I know about cows and farming. Love you too.

Happy Father's Day to this guy as well. As you can see he has a lot of patience for his little sunshine.

Plus this guy, a wonderful dad we think the world of....

These guys, who have kept life interesting over the years and turned out to be among the most amazing of father folk.

Hope you all have a wonderful day and enjoy both fun and family.....

A few of dad's carvings

Death Song

A favorite menu item of the Coops. We never have more than a couple Rock Pigeons,
but there are often piles of feathers in the barnyard.

Yeah, I wear the binoculars around my neck when I hang clothes on the line. Doesn't everybody?

Anyhow, this soggy, gloomy morning I was putting some blankets out there...they will dry eventually.....maybe. And it's not like we need them much this time of year.

Suddenly a robin flew straight overhead making the oddest noise. I put the bins on it to be sure it was a robin because it sounded so odd even though I could see it clearly. Then the starlings joined in and a black cloud of Common Grackles descended over me.

Out of the box elders burst a Coopers Hawk, the first I have seen since winter, when one even hunted inside the heifer barn. This was colored like an adult but acted like an amateur, flushing from cover to cover and skulking under the leaves as best it could. It was ducking and dodging and trying hard to escape the magnificent mobbing it was getting.

You get an idea just how many yard birds you have when something like that happens. There were at least fifty common sorts alarming and dive bombing and more were still coming in from every direction, when it finally vanished to the north.

You should have heard them! The song of death is sharp and pretty just like the talons of the stone cold killer that caused it. I hope I have the camera next time.

32 Years Together

Recent cooperative venture, a new sign for the barn driveway so
hay customers can find us.

Complete with all the expected ups and downs. This day at another time we stood with my dearest friends and made a commitment still honored....there have been times when it felt as if we certainly should have been committed in quiet another sense, but for the most part we have had a lot of fun...and certainly many true adventures that were not for the faint of heart. Guess we must have been strong hearts after all.

Things that are quiet...and things that are not so quiet

Another Summer, Another Singer

You might remember how the little front porch opens onto the big front hall, with the tall stairway and two stories of space acting as sounding board and echo chamber for anything on that porch.

And how certain birds have figured that out and like to sing in front of the screen door when we have the big doors open....a small bird can sound like a screaming eagle...or a smoke detector out there. Prolly really impresses the ladies and scares passing intruders.

Over the years it has been utilized by all manner of birds, from the Great Crested Flycatcher with his strident "Wheep!" to Carolina and House Wrens and many others.

Yesterday and today the singer has been an American Redstart. Before I learned to recognize their song I thought it was a big deal to find one. Now I realize that we are surrounded. We hear them everywhere we go, count them on nearly every summer list, and see them much more often now that we can hear them if that makes sense to you.

Their call is pretty noticeable to begin with, but amplified by that hallway....well, it'll wake you up all right. I keep going to the door to see if I can see the singer.

Never Cut your Hair

In the dark. Just sayin'.

NASA's Phantom Clouds

Peggy likes the Sitting Porch too

Sat out until well after dark last night, letting the mosquitoes gnaw my bones, and watching the fireflies wake up and sparkle.....the sitting porch is like fairyland as the curtain of darkness is drawn across the sun. However, the company, biting insectwise, leaves something to be desired.

I was waiting for the colored clouds NASA is planning to release in the ionosphere sometime soon. The boss sat with me for a while, but the Mets called him away. Plus he is a little less resigned to skeeters than I.

Eventually I had to quit. After weeks of ice cold showers there was hot water and I wanted to avail myself while the getting was good. (It was good too, man, oh, man, there is NOTHING like hot water...nothing!!)

We did see one really strange cloud, shaped like a giant 'E' but plain white and possessed of four rather than the requisite three arms. It hung in the sky until the light was gone and then the bats came out.

It was good to see bats, Big Brown I suspect. Do you suppose they eat fireflies and then use their breath as a lantern to light the way when they go to roost? 

We used to have Little Browns in the cow barn but most likely White Nose Syndrome did them in. We don't see many any more.

The shower was great....but when I checked the news to see why we saw  only unconventional but natural clouds in our skies I discovered that the launch had been postponed until...maybe...tonight.

Am I tough enough to brave the skeeters again? I hope so! Then again the clouds are supposed to appear right where the mulberry trees block the horizon and we have a lot of light pollution to the east and south, so maybe i won't see a thing.

At any rate, it's worth a try, as this night show HAS to take place when the sky is clear. Natural phenomena, such as meteor showers and lunar eclipses are nearly always obscured by clouds here in the Great Northeast.

Playoff Wrens vs Robins

We just suffered through our annual, and sometimes even twice annual, sharing of the sitting porch with American Robins.

Some years it's not too bad. They are flighty, silly creatures but they eventually get used to us and will sit on the eggs and feed the nestlings even when we are watering plants and sitting out in the evening sun.

This year though, we had a pair of the most tom fool idiots I have ever seen. They would NOT tend the nest when we were out there, but they sure would dive bomb up over the railing at our heads and cheep and scream indignantly, and generally make the atmosphere so miserable that we gave up and went in.

Saturday the kids fledged.

Sigh of relief. However, they weren't off the porch for an hour before Carolina Wrens started checking out the flowerpots and the ornamental bird house, which has served everything from chickadees to both common wrens around here over the years.

Dagnabbit.

However, the difference between the two species is marked and welcome.

I was sitting on the porch last night enjoying the shadows of the end of sundown and listening to the birds. Both wrens flipped up onto the porch railing about two feet away from me. They sat there contemplating my toes while I enjoyed their company and then proceeded to investigate the whole porch.

Nice, companionable birds, which as long as I didn't move too quickly minded me not in the least.

Swans are just like Money

Yesterday the boy came home to work on the #*&#@& hot water system. He and the boss labored all day in heat and misery on the darned thing. At least, although there are still a few bugs to work out, Becky got a nice hot shower last night. (Thanks, Alan and Amber for coming down to deal with this and for spending what should have been a day off in such a way.)

On the way to the hot water parts store the boss saw a pair of Mute Swans along the river. When the construction project wound down for the day he took me down to see them. There they were, floating on the river by the Stewart's outside Amsterdam.

It made me feel rich indeed to add these strange birds to my year list even though they don't appear to be ABA countable here.

See, like with most folks, around here money goes first for bills....and then if anything is left over, also like most folks, we spend a bit on what pleases us. For me that's bird stuff, the recordings that come with Warbler Guide, membership in a couple of birding organizations, things like that.....all so I can hopefully see or hear...and most importantly identify...more birds. Well actually Becky bought those things for me......

Thus a new bird found for free, by my non-birder husband, who just knows what I like and provides it if he can, is just like finding money.

Almanac

Nobody we know....I just liked this scene...

The beginning of June.

Bought an invasive species yesterday and paid good money for it too. First seen in the US in 1765 and common then, no one knows its true origin for sure. It may actually be native.

However, in places other than here it is a pest. In my little Rubbermaid garden pond it won't do any harm though. No egress, winters too cold for it, all it will do...hopefully...is clean up the murky mess left behind by the blasted grackles.

They nest in the grape vines on the front of the heifer barn, bringing forth fat broods of Darth Vader fledglings. They also attend mightily to the feeders....and the pond is on the path twixt the two. Seems dumping fecal sacs in water is the practice with grackles and the pond makes things perfect for them.

I went so far as to stop feeding until the babies fledged, but the pond is much closer than the river....so the nice clean water, in which we could happily enjoy the little fishies, is mud brown and foul....

Thus the water lettuce. I don't actually like the stuff, and prefer to use garden plants and wild natives to keep the water nice...plus the filter/fountain of course. However, on years from hell like this one I buy a water lettuce plant and let it take over. Pretty soon the water will most likely look a bit better...unless the grackles do another brood at least.

Meanwhile the profusion of bloom of riverbank grapes is unprecedented in my experience. Usually the little greeny-gold flower clusters run somewhere between unobtrusive and invisible on the showy scale. This year they look like fluffy clouds of lace, pretty in a subtle sort of way. And it is has finally dried out enough so you can smell them, although only a tiny whiff now and then, not the omnipresent waves of normal summer...I love the scent though and I will take what I can get. 

The House Finches have brought their babies in to eat at the feeder. Some fledgling Carolina Wrens checked me out when I was walking behind the barn last night as well. 

Tuti is still coming in too. She is a twisted-winged Tufted Titmouse that has been with us since last winter. It is easy to pick her out by her deformity, but she does not let it bother her. She scolds me ferociously should I approach the feeder when she is gathering gossip and sunflower seeds.

Although the weather has been chancy at best and downright cruddy at worst it is all too easy to love June, my favorite month of them all. 

There be frogs in the peonies

Oak Pond

Sorry about the lack of action here. The cold days are too depressing and the warm days too busy to sit down at the keyboard and say much.

However, we have gotten out birding here and there. Found a nifty little beaver dam in a place called Oak Pond, in the Charleston State Forest. It was a short hike on a path lined with the blue plant from a couple of days ago, which has been thankfully identified as Veronica or Speedwell.

At the pond itself there was evidence of  serious partying, with piles of glass shards from whiskey bottles that had been smashed on tree stumps. I shudder to think of meeting the perpetrators on the road after the party.

The dam itself was brimming to the very edge after all the recent rain. There was a pair of Pileated Woodpeckers right near us, which was pretty cool. We twisted down a couple of short paths looking for a vantage over the water to see what was out there....

And then I happened to glance down. I was up to my (bare, as I live in shorts when possible) ankles in poison ivy.

Yippy Skippy. 

We cut short our morning and hurried home to wash with plenty of soap and throw all the clothes in the laundry.

Must have got it in time, because no blisters resulted, but I guess we will cross that location off the list. Too bad...it was kind of pretty and I think on a better day...it was quite nasty as usual...we might have seen some good warblers. There sure was a loud Ovenbird crying teacher, teacher right next to the path.

Feels like Winter

ISO ID on these pretty little blue flowers. Thanks

Or almost. At least late October, early Novemberish. Still raining, or maybe again. 51 degrees, which is about 20 below normal for the season.

Everyone is pretty much just hanging around grumbling and wishing we could play outside. Supposed to be 70 tomorrow, so I suppose we should all stop whining.

Tranquil

Snakes in the.....

Water! When we visit the locks to look for birds we often find reptiles as well. We discovered that some of the piles of dirt that we see are probably Snapping turtle nests, which would certainly fit as we see plenty of snappers.

Big ones.

We also see a plethora of Northern Water Snakes. The bank is often swarming with them in fact...some of them are apparently busy making little water snakes. 

They are bold and not much bothered by our presence. Seems they eat fish and the like and the canal is teeming with sunfish, so there is plenty on the menu. Glad I have outgrown my penchant for capturing long, skinny reptiles, as they are reputed to be quite pugnacious.