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Tuesday, August 17, 2021

Cleaning

 




The salt off my binoculars lenses.
Because the kids drove over 30 hours by my calculations to pick me up and take me along on a speedy trip south for a day at the beach....the beach at Hatteras, Outer Banks that is.



Getting there was, in some ways, half the fun, as we had many chances to talk in "real life" person, as opposed to Facetime or just on the phone. And that was great. We have always been close....




The traffic however, was brutal. Five hours of Hell south of Quantico. However, both kids are excellent drivers and we all got there, and back to our various destinations, safely.




That day between was incredible
. Salt air and shifting sea. Birds and sand and waves. The unforgettable sensation of wild surf sucking the sand right from under you and then trying to throw you down in the hole. Ghost crabs scuttling sideways out of their holes and haunting down the beach.
 Fisherman seeking sand fleas in any way they could get them. One fellow had a fancy metal scoop that he shuffled through the sand and shells. Another guy simply dug fast as all get out with his hands, grabbing them when they squirted away from him.



The first thing I saw when we went down to the beach from our hotel was a Ruddy Turnstone. Although I saw some in Florida during the early 70s eBird doesn't know about those so technically it was a life bird.




First day with the new hat

Baby Bailey had her toes in the ocean
for the first time. She was not quite sure about it and pulled her little footsies up a bit, but she trusted her daddy and was happy with it all. She was enthralled by the view of the water from the little cabana they had to keep her safe from the sun, and watched eagerly all the while we were there.




I'm afraid that over the next couple of days
you will be seeing pictures of several aspects of the trip. It isn't every weekend that you get to do something like that! 



Sunday, August 15, 2021

Sunday Stills....Summer

Took me two days to find this stuff
Might need it this weekend

 
Wonder what this is saying
about the season after next....





Immature Song Sparrow

Not the best of summer at all


For more Sunday Stills....

Monday, August 09, 2021

Away

 

Thor takes his work
(guarding the house)
seriously

Very seriously



Cam is much more laid back,
Although on call if actually needed




Plant ID please


Hot enough to make the Robins pant



Juv. Rose-breasted Grosbeak

Best reward of the day

Awesome birthday present

There was also really tender good steak that our boy grilled over at the race (where everyone else spent the day) which I ate on the way home. No knife or fork. Just took it in my hands and nom nom nom. Hey...what can I tell you?....I was hungry.

***As you may have guessed we drove out to visit the kids yesterday. They took the boss to Watkins Glen for the big NASCAR race, while I stayed at the house and kept the doggos company. Home by 11:30, which was not too bad.



I know, baby, I know
Grandpa can be kinda scary sometimes
but he is harmless, I promise

Saturday, August 07, 2021

Sounds like this Year


But it was back in 2019....

 The Farm Side: Strange objects in the sky

By Recorder News | May 23, 2019 | Local Commentary, Opinion | 


By Marianne Friers 


Sweet Sunday sitting, on the front porch with Miss Peggy, watching birds and discussing the necessity of mowing the lawn.


Maybe we will need to bring the discbine down for a couple of days and possibly the rake and baler too.


Oh, wait, it’s not just too wet to mow with the lawnmower, it’s too wet to bale. 


And besides…it would ruin the flower beds.





Off to the east of us an object rose into the sky. We had just been finding dinosaur heads in the clouds and wondering whether the bird we saw at the absolute zenith of the sky, barely visible without binoculars, was a Bald Eagle or not (later revealed to be an Osprey), when we saw the thing.


At first I thought (with a little shudder) that it was a golden helium balloon. They are lovely, but we all know they are more dangerous to wildlife than grocery bags ever imagined being. I snapped a couple of photos, because I almost always have the camera, and if I didn’t shoot it, it didn’t happen. The little point and shoot we take out birding has amazing zoom.


Peggy was unable to see the sky climbing object, so I zoomed in the back of camera view for her. To my astonishment there was fire in the balloon. Rather than a mere helium balloon, which, if you believe the pundits who write about dead sea turtles, are deadly enough in their own right, this was a fire balloon.


A sky lantern. A sky candle. Or as some call them, a Kongming lantern.




I had never seen one before. I even had to look up the name of the thing that floated ever higher over our orchard and pasture before drifting off to the southwest of us as the day’s thunderstorms rumbled past.


According to several sources these lanterns have been a customary feature of celebration and entertainment for centuries in many countries. Traditionally their structure involves various papers or fabrics and wire or bamboo hoops. A stiff collar at the bottom holds the fuel source and at least in theory keeps it away from the flammable walls. Fuel for the fire part of the deal is supplied by a small candle or waxed material.



Along with the fascination at seeing such an unlikely craft over Fultonville came a small frisson of concern. Aren’t those things dangerous?


First of all it’s flying fire. I know it’s been wet around here…see above. The grass is saturated, leaves hang like wet tissue from the trees, and every body of water is gushing or flooding or swelling with excess. However, supposing the thing landed on a roof, say maybe the roof of a barn full of hay? 


Such devices have started a number of wildfires, burned down a cell tower in North Carolina, caused car accidents, closed airports, and burned down homes and business buildings all over the world. One fire started by a sky lantern in Great Britain caused ten million dollars worth of damage to a recycling facility. The landing of the object was captured on security camera, so there was no question about the source of the inferno.


Even without the potential for fire, sharp objects in fields are clearly a problem. Wires that might be ingested by cows, whether in grass as they graze or in hay or stored forages fed by the farmer, can make them very sick or kill them.



I will never forget milking shiny, gentle, sweet Maqua-kil E Danilla one evening back in the day. She was a nice cow, a family favorite. One of those that did her job without fanfare or kicking the milker off or crowding the crew. She came faithfully to her designated stall, ate dinner, was milked and went back to pasture each day quietly and calmly.


The kids were small then and it was a school night, so as was our practice, I milked my string and took the kids home for supper and early bedtime, while the boss and his mom finished up.


Not ten minutes after we left the phone rang. Danilla was dead. She had lain down in her stall and quietly expired, just like that. The boss immediately called our veterinarian for a speedy necropsy. It was soon discovered Danilla had died of a lacerated liver caused by a piece of sharp metal that had found its way into the feed.



Although many farms, including ours, use magnets in feed delivery systems to catch the offending metal contaminants before they reach the cows, sometimes bits are missed or worse, the metal is not magnetic.


Aluminum is a nasty offender. Beverage cans of all sorts are usually made of it and are often tossed from windows into farm fields, where the soft, easily torn or cut up metal can end up in feed. One estimate claims that 5,200 cows per year die in Sweden from ingesting metal from litter. 


Sadly, many kinds of wire are made of aluminum. 


Who knows what type of metal goes into the construction of flying litter, as one article called the lanterns? I looked at a plethora of ads offering them for sale, but although some claimed to be 100% biodegradable, none had lists of materials or much in the way of details at all.


And even if they don’t contain dangerous metals, who needs flying fire anyhow?


Many countries ban the devices, as do 30 US states. Legislation is being considered here in NY as well. However, we all know just how well banning things, especially things that are fun, works.


Common sense is cheaper and more effective when practiced. Or at least I think so. Meanwhile, floaty, fiery things and dangerous objects which may be consumed by innocent beasts should probably not be sent willy-nilly over fences, fields, and farms. 



There is a bill in committee in the state legislature, which suggests simply tethering the things so they stay where they are wanted. Thanks.


 


Fultonville dairy farmer Marianne Friers is used to be a regular columnist before the Gazette bought the paper and fired her. She blogs at http://northvilledairy.blogspot.com.





Sunday, August 01, 2021

Sunday Stills...Look Down





It might appear that there's been a bear 
in these here woods...but this is just
the remains of one of the fungi loving all
this rain

 

Wednesday, July 28, 2021

Bird Sounds

 

Ovenbird

I received an email yesterday from the Macauley Library at Cornell that amazed and delighted me. It said, in part, "Dear Marianne, This summer we released Sound ID in the Merlin Bird ID app, and we wanted to thank you for the part you played in this release. 3 of your recordings were used to train Merlin to identify bird sounds based on their spectrograms. Thank you for sharing your media! We could not have done it without your support."

Wow. I have this small and mostly pointless project of populating our home county's illustrated checklist on eBird with as many photos as possible, as well as a few sound recordings. With just a camera, and now thanks to Merlin's new bird sound recognition feature, my phone, to collect them, the quality is not great, as compared to the many dedicated folks who use real sound equipment. (Warning, some of the photos are really bad too, but you can generally ID the bird with them.)

Still, this has been fun for me, and a personal learning tool as well.

To know that a few of my amateur recordings were among the thousands used to train the AI was a really nice side benefit of my pretty much all-consuming hobby. And now I want to go out and record something. 


Fledgling White-breasted Nuthatch

Tuesday, July 27, 2021

Sunday Stills....Where you Sit

 


I am not averse at all to sitting and this is one of my favorite spots....when the wrens will let me that is. They hatched a second batch of little ones this week and are downright snobbish about who comes out here.

For more Sunday Stills.....


This is of course not my photo
However it looks as if I liked sitting
there too.

Saturday, July 24, 2021

Triggered

 


Found out what is going on around here. Somebody triggered the Yakushima Rain Ducks.

I found a little family of them where my garden flooded last night and you can just bet there are thousands...maybe millions...more out there.

No doubt it will be all over the news once people spot the little pests. 



In the Jungle

 

What home feels like

*Update...99% chance of rain tonight

I expect that any day now a troupe of monkeys will swing by on the local grapevines oohing and scratching, as they admire Tarzan's mighty jungle call.

It is so wet now that even though I am indoors and have not been exposed to any actual precipitation...so far today that is.... my skin feels clammy and damp.

You probably know that it has been wet here. Only went two or three days this whole month without measurable precipitation. It rained most of June as well.

Last week one storm was so bad that Fonda, right across the river, flooded horribly, closing both state roads for hours and destroying a lot of people's properties and possessions. It took out our driveway, which is even at the best of times long and arduous, as well. The boss spent hours repairing it with the skid steer.

It didn't even have time for the gravel to settle when....

It did it again.

Worse.

Last time Liz couldn't get her car down the drive until Ralph fixed it. This time she couldn't get up at all, had to park at the bottom of the barn driveway and walk up and over. Our vehicle, which is a large, heavy, 4-wheel-drive SUV barely made it.

More hours fixing, last night, almost impossible because the gravel is so saturated as to be nearly liquid.

I don't know how much it rained overnight, but the new little garden I built this spring is under water. The entire covered porch is drenched all the way to the back wall, which has NEVER happened before, and the greenery along the driveway has drooped into a sad and soggy tunnel. The area is swathed in muggy, oily, fog, that looks, smells, and feels awful.

The worst of it is, now that the ground is this saturated, every day that it gets warm and then cools off in the afternoon is going to bring still more rain. That's how it works.


At least the corn likes it

Ralph hasn't made a bale of hay in weeks and won't be able to until this pattern changes, which doesn't look to be coming any time soon. Several inches of water on all the fields and I am sure the tractor would sink to the frame if he ventured out there.

We watched a neighbor farmer trying to chop third cutting yesterday. They almost got the field done, but ended up having to quit and leave it.

I believe that we need to build a gigantic fan and blow all the water west and north and south where it could be useful and dry out our region before we start to see those monkeys and wild men swinging on our vines.

Or maybe dolphins swimming in our gardens. 


Doesn't it look innocent?