From out of the Far Far North

Evening Grosbeaks

The little kee kee birds come down.....

Pine Siskin

And so do the northern finches, sparrows and other goodies, either migrating through or irrupting because of a poor cone crop up north.

Fox Sparrow

We have been seeing Pine Siskins for several days, Snow Buntings, Horned Larks, and today a Fox Sparrow, but the piece de resistance came today in the form of four Evening Grosbeaks.

Snow Bunting

Been 22 years since we've seen them.

The geese and ducks down on the river were all covered with snow the other day
when we took Becky down to work.
Must have slept through the storm.
Something I had never seen before

Meet the Grandpuppies

Remy

Cam

Sam

Ren

Big Day

First and foremost, if you see my dad, wish him a very happy birthday! Today is his big day.

Secondly, all of you out there celebrating opening day of the southern zone big game season, be careful! Know your target and where your projectile will project should you stumble and miss. We've had livestock shot and heard lead whistle over our heads while out working or riding horseback so.....




And good luck. There are plenty of deer out there, hope you bag the big one.

It's a Yes Kind of Storm

As in yes, it's cold. Snow is still coming down. I need to start wearing gloves to walk dogs and feed birdies. Fingers is frozen after just a few minutes....barely long enough for the coffee to get done....Soon now...

And yes, school is closed. Even though our youngest baby has helped build an addition to the Smithsonian, shored up more bridges and dams than I can remember, and will be 29 in a few months, the school is calling me about closings. At 5:30 AM. See, we are rightfully an emergency contact since Peggy goes to school there and I guess we need to know. And I am awake then anyhow...

Yes, the snow is odd. Thick and heavy, almost gummy, but not a bit packy. Not going to see many snowmen today unless it warms up a lot. It's more like dense sleet I guess.

And yes....oh, yes...the birds are hungry. Enough that a chickadee landed on my fingers to grab a peanut this morning in the not-quite-light. A day maker for me any time that happens. This bird didn't even hesitate or make me wait. I put up my hand and he popped down on it. There is magic in the sensation of those tiny claws on cold, damp skin.....

Now there is a White-throated Sparrow singing about Canada, or Sam Peabody, depending on your interpretation of sparrow dialect, from the tray feeder in the kitchen window.

Calendar be hanged. Yes........it is winter.

The Things you See

Ice Crows

Slowest moving Canada Geese I have ever seen
Look closely now...

These guys were fooled too and seconds after this, shots rang out

Neat, huh?

Horned Larks are winter birds... at least around here

Rough Legged Hawk, also winter visitors.

Quiet Invaders

I walked down the concrete apron of the boat launch on the Schoharie on the first of this month. The state had just pulled the dock there and the pieces were stacked on shore.

Crunch! Crack! Snap, pop, pop, pop. I had stepped on something on the otherwise smooth concrete. Lots of somethings in fact. I looked down to find a pair of tracks the width of the dock pontoons consisting of thousands upon thousands of zebra mussel shells.

Anyone who walks the river when the dams are open has no doubt noticed that the entire river bed is paved with shells when the waters abate. Still it was once again surprising to see the sheer numbers of them.

They are thought to have arrived in the Great Lakes in ships' ballast from Europe or Asia during the 1980s. Obviously they have been kinda busy since then.....

A Year in the Life

May 19...you can just "row out" the corn

May 25, a little fuller and fluffier

July 1

September 15

Also September 15

This morning

Of a cornfield near Schoharie Crossing SHS where we bird nearly every day. We visited last night at just before dusk and the farmer had just started. By early this morning it was over half done. I'll bet the next time we get down there it will be all finished. I imagine they are rushing to beat the nasty snow storm we are supposed to get tonight.

Gotta Rush

For the moment I can get online, but who knows how long it will last.... Yesterday right in the middle of writing the Farm Side the internet on just this computer turned itself off. The other ones worked just fine.

Becky and I worked all day trying to fix the problem but no go.

This morning when I woke up my mind had come up with a plan....uninstall my antivirus and reinstall it. So far so good. I love Avast, but it has done this before. Some setting gets changed that we cannot find, thus cannot fix.

But for now, I can get to all my stuff and do all my things, and believe me, that is just what I am doing.

Just as an aside, the roads are atrocious. Snow devils blowing everywhere, ice, and all the stuff that goes with it. Guess it's a good day to stay home.

And the Things That See You

The Things you See

Waiting for dry weather....

A beaver slide between two ponds

Fog on the river

Buoy off station near Yankee Hill Lock

Editorial on wheels

Thank-you

For your service...

Oh, What a Night

Last night was one for the books. Becky got out of work late, but we had to get groceries for two families, so off we went into the wilds of what was supposed to be rain and flurries.

Flurries my foot. Our instinctive inclination to prepare for bad was spot on...a lot more accurate than the weather forecast. A torrential downpour collided with 30 to 31 degree temperatures and Friday evening rush hour to produce a travel nightmare.

Worse still our boy and my brother and his son were all on the road home from their week of work in Connecticut. Many hours and many miles over very bad roads.

Even walking across the parking lot at Wally World was fraught with peril, as the half-frozen slush built up on every surface and melted just enough to get slipperier. It was worse on the roads.

Huge sigh of relief to get home last night and an even bigger one when we received notice that everyone else was home safe as well.

Today it is nearly 40 with a vigorous west wind and dripping but not actively raining. I wonder what the storm blew in by way of birds. I can hear chipping on the feeders already even though it is still pretty dark. All week there have been cute little Buffleheads on the river....they remind me of bathtub toys....and lots of good winter birds on the feeder. However, I am hoping for that Ruddy Duck, maybe a Pied-billed Grebe....or some Evening Grosbeaks would be nice.

Might as well dream, right?

Update, we went up to Herkimer County looking for some Cattle Egrets seen there two days ago. Missed them but got an utterly unexpected Golden Eagle so that was good.

Photos taken before the storm except for the crows

Equation

When you have pigs.

And chickens....

And your neighbors grow pumpkins

And Halloween is over and the patch is closed for the year....waste not, want not...the motto of the rural countryside

Gratuitous son and grandpuppy photo
from this weekend

Winter Business

Pink Lady, Honeycrisp, Northern Spy, and Granny Smith apples combined here

Making applesauce for us and for my mama, who thought some unsweetened style might be just the thing for difficult diet changes. Aunt Sandy taught me to make it years 'n' years ago, along with the process of preparing rhubarb sauce, the finest chuck roast ditto, and to tie my shoes as well. Impressive, huh? They just don't make aunts like that any more.

East wind blows nobody good

Or mamas like my mama either for that matter.

Where we park the car

While I've been cooking and counting finches on the feeder outside the kitchen window, the boss and Liz have been loading out hay for a customer and doing chores. Now the boss is fixing driveways with some gravel he had hauled in and moving firewood, ditto.

It doesn't even feel like work to scurry around preparing for the weekend and for the coming season. It is supposed to storm tonight and you can feel it....Makes you want to run around getting your nest ready for the bad. I think the birds do too, as things have been getting busier and busier as the sky has turned greyer and greyer.

And yet, the grass is still green......

A "drop" under the Winesap tree...not the kind I make the sauce with.
We get them at Bellinger's