A Twenty-Two is Handy to Have

Whether it is a Mohawk 10-C, my favorite gun in the world, (unless some day I finally really find a cannon)

Or a fine, upstanding 22-year old daughter.

Happy Birthday Becky!

Sorry the good Lord didn't send warmer weather for the event.
Love you!

Sunday Stills...Textures

This should have been fun and easy and but for the perpetual tumultuous uproar and the frigid temps, it would have been. However....these two pics kind of tell it like it is. The forecast is for freezing temps, with snoozing cats....

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Ice Bringer Moon

Nationalized Health Care Stinks

Stolen Borrowed from Dickiebo

Just ask people who already have it...

Grandmother, disgusted by filthy hospital, cleans up and cares for patients. Read it and weep.

I Like Change

Quarters, dimes and half dollars are my favorite.

When it Gets This Cold

It is all about the cold. Yesterday an email weather alert promised the winter equivalent of a summer squall line of violent thunderstorms. Two of the kids were out and on the way home and Liz's BF was on the way down. I knew it would be a close race whether they beat the storm here or were caught out in it.....I was talking on the phone with my brother when it hit his place maybe forty-five minutes west of here.

It was sunny when the call started. He said, "Wow, here it comes. I can't see Fred's place. Wow, now I can't see the place across the road......now I can barely see the trees in the yard."

I would guestimate that less than three minutes passed and the sun here vanished behind a black wall of cloud as dark as a bruise. It was like pulling down a curtain. As I watched snow began to plow in from the north and two more pieces of tin slashed off the big barn roof before the snow shut out all vistas here too.

To my relief, just as it got really bad, Liz trundled up the driveway from the post office in the little turquoise Dakota. Not half a minute behind her came the bigger blue truck bringing Alan from college. Big sigh of relief when the black one was right behind him.

It howled and screamed most of the rest of the day and most of the night. What a year for wind this has been! Now it is just breezy, but cold. Two above and I am sure it will drop more before sunrise. When it gets like this you have to plan how to wear enough clothes to work in it. My shoulders ache all winter from trying to work with so many shirts on. I am so looking forward to the time when outerwear, rather than weighing forty pounds, consists of a pair of shorts and a button down short sleeved shirt.

Meanwhile, it is time to go put on the down vest and heavy fleece and my wood gettin' gloves and my ancient Brown's Feed hat and see what froze in the cow barn. Have a good one!

Weather

Downy woodpecker

And still more weather. I know it's January and we have to expect it and all, but dang, it is cutting into my blogging time. Big wind predicted for today...hoping that barn roof stays down until we can get some estimates on fixing it and get the tin back on.

I hate the wind. We live just where the river comes out of a bend and it gets all lined up and howling and smacks right into our house.
Right where our bedroom is.
It actually gets kind of scary sometimes, like being on a tossing ship lashed by a storm. We don't get much sleep on nights like that.

Alan gave me heck for not posting yesterday, as he is back at college and was between classes and bored. What can I say? It was Wednesday, I was finishing up the Farm Side and the bills and feeding the baleage and I was just....busy....

That blurry little girl in the photo above crashed into one of the big windows and stunned herself. Thankfully that is a very rare occurrence. As it happened I was right there when it happened. I ran outside, snapped a quick shot, and picked her up very carefully, about two seconds ahead of a marauding barn cat. Literally. For a fraction of a second, she was small and still in my fingers, then with a flick of those outspread wings she was gone, down across the driveway to the ash trees there, safe for another day.

I was glad.

I KNEW I LIked Ray Stevens

Some Days

It doesn't pay to try to get anything done. I accomplished a little bit o' bill paying and chores yesterday and that is all. First thing in the morning I checked my Facebook. (Along with several of you and lots of family, Alan's best friend's mom is my friend on there). Her post shared the horrible news that Alan's friend's uncle and his wife, who farm with his dad, lost their whole house in a terrible fire. I feel so bad for them. I hope there will be some kind of community outreach for them that we can add to in some way.

Then the wind and rain hit. I grabbed a pic of this surprising January rainbow, thought it was all over, and wham, the next thing I knew the boss was hollering that tin was coming off the barn roof.
It was, necessitating several trips to Hands for canvas for emergency patches. No sooner had he left when Liz and her BF left too to go get some stuff and feed his horse. They got as far as the side of the house when the big attic window blew out with a crash. That meant that we had to steal the piece of plywood Liz uses to separate the cow stalls at the Altamont Fair and find nails (ours were in her truck, which her dad took to Hands) to put it over the blown out window before the howling gale lifted the house roof.

The phone rang and rang and rang. Normally we never use call waiting even though we have it. Did yesterday though, several times. The boss went over to put the canvas in place and found that the cows had broken the main water line from the milk house and were getting a shower...as was everything in that end of the barn. I had some plumbing parts under the sink, but not enough of course, so it was back to Hands for the third...fourth....I dunno, time. We shoveled out some stalls at chore time, and put in sand and some chaff to try to dry them up a bit. Thankfully, all the water didn't harm any of the wiring for the milkers so we could milk all right.




The craziness went on and on. We heard that a milk truck split in half at a farm not far from here, spilling thousands of gallons of milk on the road. Liz's BF found out that he had lost the second of his friends in two weeks in a car accident...too many funerals for sure. He and Liz just went to one last Saturday.....

Sirens and fire whistles went off all day. The whole valley echoed with them...sometimes the latter for half an hour at a time...it was just one of those days that you are glad when it is over. I sure hope today is calmer for everybody in the region.

Wood You?

Sunday Stills...Sports

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Desperation

NY Dairy farmer kills 51 cows then commits suicide. These are not easy times to be a farmer of any kind and dairying in particular has faced an unprecedented series of challenges recently. I guess this is just a heartbreaking symptom of the desperation that is undoubtedly being felt on a lot of farms these days. We didn't know this man, but my heart goes out to his family and friends....what a sad, sad thing.

Update....Here are two more stories, one from a friend, that I found after I first learned of this story.


***I am going to add a comment I left on Teri's blog because I understand too darned well .

"I am heartbroken for this man and his family. It is absolutely true that you get up every single morning worrying about being able to get by, how you will pay for ever more expensive necessities with an ever shrinking milk check. It is county tax time right now and I am sure plenty of farmers have a tax bill sitting on their desk like something radioactive, glowing in the back of their minds like a nightmare…waiting for them to figure out how to deal with a bill that will probably take more then two milk checks, which are already needed for grain bills and power bills and last year’s crop inputs. etc……..
We are losing something priceless and irreplaceable in this country, as our farmers give up in one way or another and our farmland turns into housing developments and malls….. and most people won’t even notice until it is all gone."

Pasture Walk

Cottontail

I have always been fascinated by tracking. I can claim no great expertise, but I love to go out in fresh snow or mud of just the right consistency to see who walked there before me.
Wednesday it snowed a little and Thursday morning conditions were right for a track walk. The sun was shining and the wind wasn't blowing so I went out with the camera to take a look around. I discovered an interesting surprise among the skeins of bunny prints, fox, coyote, bird, mouse, domestic cat and Nick the dog tracks I found.

Box elder

As it happened, the other day I stopped by a blog that I have followed for a while, but always seem to forget to read (I have now linked so I don't miss these fascinating posts.) Anyhow the author has been discussing tracking for a while and I found myself reading page after page. One post that really interested me involved a wild canid leaving a certain sort of triangular print in the snow when thrusting the muzzle down to sniff for prey.

No doubt I have passed this phenomenon before but wasn't aware of it and so didn't really see it.

Hot Showers and Warm Toes

Imagine my surprise when, right outside the back yard next to the pony yard, I found just such a triangular mark among a tangle of coyote tracks. I would have missed it completely except that Mr. Coyote had pulled a couple of feathers out of the mouse run he was sniffing and I spotted them on the snow. I didn't try for a photo as it was in an awkward spot, but it was neat to look down into the sub-snow mouse run. I'm so glad that I happened to read that particular blog post on that particular day and then walked past that particular nose print in the snow.

And I wonder why the feathers were there in the mouse run.

Mr. Mousy Built a Housie (Click for cool detail)
(this is not the nose print, but the opening of a different tunnel)

River Grape...
about five months from now the valley
will be sweetly scented by its inconspicuous flowers

Bailey

And Beausoleil.

They love me. I know they do. (Well, really I admit it is probably more like the bovine equivalent of anthropomorphism. They think I am a calf.......)

A little background...when we milk the cows, we first prep their teats for the application of the milking machine. Although other dairies use other methods, we prep with a half and half solution of Clorox and water in a spray bottle....spray on a few splurts, clean and dry thoroughly with a paper towel (sometimes repeating as needed), strip out the foremilk and attach the milker. When the cow has yielded up her share of the bounty, remove milker, spray again with more of the Clorox and water and you are good to go.

Simple and effective, right? Well except if you are me (or sometimes Becky if she is milking on my string with me, which she rarely does any more). Then when you get to the aforementioned cattle it gets much more interesting. They are both big old sweeties, Beausoleil is our oldest cow in fact, and they think I am a sadly deformed, but still lovable calf. Thus when I bend over to perform the prepping ceremony they treat me accordingly. (Not being fleet of knee I bend my back to milk).

Beausoleil is the most enthusiastic about grooming me up for the day. She grabs the back of my shirt and pulls me close if I try to stand out of reach. Then lick, lick, lick, with her seemingly bath towel sized, sandpaper rough and soggy wet tongue. Despite polishing my prepping technique until I am the fastest Clorox sprayer in the west (or east...whatever) she finds plenty of time to soak me thoroughly, pull my tucked in turtle neck out and completely ruffle up my composure. If I don't cooperate properly she will even push me up in reach of her snaky long neck with her hind foot...(which is more than slightly disconcerting). Sometimes I feel like a Timex.......

Bailey isn't quite such a dampening influence, but she "loves" me too. Her specialty is grabbing the tiny little seam on my jeans pocket and trying to drag me into the manger so she can do a good job of spiffing me up. You wouldn't think an animal with a mouth as big as a cow could to that. (if you wear jeans try taking a hold of that tiny little flap of cloth. Now imagine dragging a fat old lady around by it.) Bailey, who like all cows, has no upper front incisors, does it every day. It amazes me. (Between her and Beausoleil it also gets me all wet for the rest of milking.)

Guess I am glad that I am not a calf, but they are both real favorites of mine. Nice, gentle, sweet-natured cows, they are both a pleasure to milk despite the side effects of their affection. I wish all the cows were just like them.....except for the eating me alive part.....


****Liz is flying home to us today. Your prayers and good thoughts would be much appreciated. We sure have missed her!!

Wordless Wednesday

HSUS Rates the Legislators

New York: Gillibrand100
Schumer 83
Tonko 77

I won't tell you how I feel about this, but I'll bet you can guess.
Check your legislators here....warning pdf

Carrot vs Stick the Size of a Telephone Pole

What would have happened if either of the two parties, each of which had the world by the reins with great big majorities in recent administrations, had actually taken the pulse of real people, living real lives, with real jobs and real budgets, and (acting within the guidelines set out by the Constitution), actually done what folks wanted and needed? Those of us who keep our eye on Washington have had some pretty scary moments over the past few years as laws that will hurt us are formed. promoted, and passed without regard for reality.

(btw oftentimes I think that what people need most is for their politicians to sit down and shut up...during the so-called crisis in NY when the Senate didn't go to work, no bad legislation was passed. The Farm Labor poison pill they have ready for NY to swallow fell by the wayside during that period and they haven't managed to prop it up yet..not for lack of desperate effort...It is back on the table now and NY legislators need to hear from folks who oppose it...today would be a good time to call.)


Having been followed around for the past couple of decades by legislation-wielding politicians with regulatory clubs the size of redwoods I don't know the answer, but it's an interesting concept. Or maybe it isn't and I am just not awake yet. Liz made it safely to Iowa after numerous flight delays, which had us all huddled by the phone fretting.... we are all pretty sleepy this morning.....

I dunno, it's morning and I have to go to work. I'll think about this later. I am graining the cows now with a list Liz made me so I need to get myself in gear.

Here is a story on the NY Farm Labor Bill
Here is a petition State Senator Darrell Aubertine has up opposing the so-called compromise bill.

Macro Monday

Recycled Christmas tree

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National Farmers Organization

Liz is off to the NFO national convention in Iowa this morning (and yes, I am nervous, the weather is nasty, there is a plane that will land at Detroit airport involved, and I am a mom). She will be away until Thursday and I am already missing her, even though she is actually still here and making coffee...

She was selected as a young farmer delegate to represent the Northeast region for the nationwide farm organization late last year and they have taken great care of getting her set to go.

NFO came to our rescue last year when we lost our milk market, calling up out of the blue to offer to take our milk. We had barely heard of them, but they saved our bacon in a big way. After our long involvement in Farm Bureau (I have served on the FB county board of directors long enough to be term-limiting off for the second time next year, and Liz is serving her second term and does the newsletter) it will be interesting to learn how this new (to us) organization operates. I truly wish Liz's laptop hadn't croaked so she could blog from there and keep us up on things, but alas it met an untimely demise....

I have so far been to a couple of state NFO meetings and the state annual convention and Liz went to one state meeting to meet the board because of this appointment. It is interestingly different from things I have done before.....Farm Bureau and NFO have somewhat divergent ideas on what is best for the farm economy here and I find that I agree with some of both, but not all of either. Farm Bureau held their convention last week (some day I would love to be able to get away from the farm to attend that one, but that will probably only happen if we retire) and I was delighted with a lot of the policies that came out of that. We will see what turns up with NFO.

Anyhow, good thoughts and prayers for Liz's trip would be much appreciated. I fear that it will be a long week.

Sunday Stills...Moods and Emotions

Ho

Hum

Happy

Intent

Not in the MOOD for this

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