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Thursday, April 01, 2021

Big News for Northview Farm


It is not terribly well-known
, but Yakushima Island is one of the rainiest places in the world. It is said that it rains there "35 days a month."

Even less well-known is the reason for all that precipitation. However, thanks to negotiations that have been ongoing over the last 36 months, we are going to be in on the ground floor so to speak, of the special feature that makes the little island so damp. We will be selling these rain-making capabilities through a franchise to drought stricken areas all over the world. Under the auspices of No More Sahara.com, we will be sending little rain-producing rockets wherever they are needed.

That's right! We are getting......



Yakushima Rain Ducks!

Yup. We had to jump through hoops you couldn't imagine, from background checks to year-long humidity monitors in all our buildings, including the house, (in case sick ducklings need to be brought indoors for extra nursing). There have been scientists here nearly every day since we sold the cows.

You know how it's rained so much here over the past few years? I wasn't allowed to tell you about it, but the company was testing flights of ducklings, to make sure this was the right kind of location for them. Habitat is everything, you see. One worry I have had is escapees. It is hard enough to make hay here now.....guess we had better keep the pens real tight.

Anyhow, we were finally awarded a franchise. Right now there are only five in the world! It isn't going to be easy.

You see, for their entire lives
, right up until they are deployed, the ducklings must be kept damp. Dry air triggers them. I can't reveal the exact percentage of moisture in their proper environment due to non-disclosure agreements we were required to sign, but as long as they are appropriately soggy, they will not deploy their special rain-making capabilities. However, let them dry out, even for a few minutes, and look out. They are very fast fliers too, and can fly within three weeks after hatching. They must be brooded, either under mother ducks, which must be allowed to swim in special, sterile water, at least 30 times per day (have you ever tried to keep water clean around ducks, let alone sterile?) in order to keep their feathers properly dampened........

...Or else they are hatched in special sponge-walled incubators, and brooded in imported terry-cloth lined bread boxes, with special wicking technology that keeps them just wet enough, while warming them to the correct temperature with hot water bottles, which must be refilled every hour, around the clock.

On their native island the ducks are raised in buildings that look a lot like greenhouses, with special green glass walls that protect them from excess sunlight (don't want them drying out) and keep them from flying too much as they fledge. The little white ducks ability to fly so fast and so early is part of what makes them so valuable.

Here at Northview, we will not be allowed to keep mother or father ducks. No More Sahara is afraid of losing control of the breeding stock.....remember Noah? Yeah, he had two of them and look what happened. Thus the kids have been setting up racks of the brooders and incubators, and sterile pens (with very tight roofs) for the ducklings after they are fledged. You see, the secret to their ability to cause it to rain, is their feathers.

Each duck has myriad curly feathers, covered with tiny comb-like cilia, which agitate the air when they fly, producing rain droplets 86.7% of the time. Two ducks flying over your house will result in a short shower, just enough to lay the dust. Two-hundred ducks will produce an all-day, all-night, steady rain, which is perfect for crop needs, or to help in postponing unpleasant social gatherings. When a couple of thousand escaped from a Chinese duckery back in 2004 the resulting monsoon was no joke.

Right now, the ducks, when fledged, will sell for about 160 dollars each, but as they become more readily available, that will probably go down. Maybe not though. This may be the next big thing, like llamas and emus and all.

The most elegant part of the rain duck equation is that once the ducklings have done their watery thing... and they can only do it once....they glide to the ground, molt the fuzzy white feathers, and quickly grow new ones that make them look like ordinary mallards....that huge flock that wintered down in front of McDonald's? Yup, they came from here. Thus the landscape will not be cluttered up with funny looking fluffy white ducks after every rain duck deployment. It's a win-win deal..

Meanwhile, Charles M. Hatfield, the founder of No More Sahara, believes that with proper use of duck technology, drought will be a thing of the past, and deserts optional landscaping features. Mankind has always wanted to control the weather. Duckkind has been doing it all along.

Anyhow, the kids are out in the barn right now, unpacking the special cases of rain duck eggs and setting them in the fancy brooders....I suppose that I had better go help them.

Click here for information on how you too can get a Rain Duck franchise.

*Rerun from 2016 when things were funnier all around 


Monday, March 29, 2021

Out Like a Lion

 

A mink crossing the canal at Yankee Hill Lock
before the ice went out

Although really, even as ferocious as lions are, this wind seems more like the breath of an ice dragon. An angry one.

What is with all this wind anyhow? I know March winds doth blow and all, but it seems as if each two-day blast is stronger than the one before.


Bunny under the bird feeder
Eastern Cottontail or
 left-over domestic from the rabbit raising days?

First it was bird feeders and canvases blowing around the yard. Then the wind stripped the landscape fabric off the garden.



A bucket of stone drill cores tipped over and rolled off the tarp it was weighing down.


Metal lawn chairs
flew through the air with the greatest of ease.



Today the heavy aluminum grain shovel that was next to the back door was tossed out into the driveway along with a couple of other, lighter tools.


It is hard to sleep with the house twisting and shaking and rattling and groaning. It is unpleasant to contemplate outdoor chores or even going birding. The boss asked this morning as he usually does and it was nothing but nope.


Guess we have some places
we have to drive today, but i am not looking forward to it one bit. Maybe it will let up a little bit later.



Meanwhile, somebody sneak down and pull the plug on the Devil's wind machine if you will please.

Monday, March 22, 2021

Montezuma NWR


 
Yesterday, with Matt and Lisa. Saw nice birds, but photos not so hot. Too much heat shimmer, believe it or not. 



A nice gentleman put me onto a pair of Sandhill Cranes with his scope at Knox-Marcellus Marsh, which was excellent. 



A good time had by all. Thanks guys!


Why, yes, these are in fact, swans
How bout that heat shimmer!

Sunday, March 21, 2021

Happy Birthday

 


To a young man who can turn his hand to anything he wants or needs to, from rebuilding engines to making really good maple syrup. He was just a little boy, not even milking cows yet, when he took an old feed cart motor up to the tool shed after asking his dad if he could tinker with it.





It didn't work any more
, so permission was granted. We were down in the barn milking when we heard a might roar.




He hadn't been gone an hour
and it was running.



After that we didn't need to buy many feed cart motors.



Today he and his wonderful wife are approaching the greatest adventure of all...and we are so excited.



Happy Birthday, Alan! Hope you and Amber have a wonderful day.

Thursday, March 18, 2021

The Road Less Taken (he's gonna kill me for this)

 

"We've never been on this road before, have we?"

Scoffing..."You've been on this road before. Wait til you see where it comes out. You're gonna laugh..."

The nicely paved but winding road turns suddenly and unexpectedly to bluish clay and stone, marred only by many buggy wheels. The car rumbles noisily over the tiny ruts that they make.


"Um, okay, we haven't been on this road before."

You are right, senior, and there is a snow and mud bank right across it where the town plows stopped, along with a seasonal use only sign.

Still it looks pretty good. And it goes in the right direction and all. We creep over the corner of the bank and just barely sneak neatly around it onto what seems to be an okay road.



Soon we pass a young Amishman carrying his lunch pail. He looks at us askance.

We continue, clattering along between fields of clay plowed into pillowy brown humps, with stray stems of last year's crop poking up here and there. It is barren and lonely-seeming land, pretty stark for Upstate NY.

We crest over the edge of a small hill..........

To find that the road winds down through some woods into a swampy place still covered with a foot of snow, through which some sort of horse-drawn machinery has clearly passed, but no cars.

I start noping vociferously. "No, no, no, we are not going down there. No way, no how, nope, nope, nope."

Thankfully I am married to someone turned wise by the seasons, and also an experienced farmer who can back up as well as he can go forward.

"Go ahead, say it," he tells me, when he finds a place to turn around, after much backing and filling.

But no, I am grateful that he is not a young rutting buck who would have just had to try it even if it went wrong. We had places to go and deadlines to meet.

Wish you could have seen the look the Amish lad gave us as we passed him again on the way out. 




Wednesday, March 17, 2021

Kiss me, I'm Irish


Seriously,
I really am.
 There were McGiverns and McIntoshes and who knows who all mixed in with folks of other nationalities that made up our family clan. Of course with the plague in force, kissing is probably off the menu, but as I am far from the touchy-feely sort, that is fine with me.

Meanwhile, I saluted the fine folks who grace the kitchen wall with a mug of warm, pale coffee this morning in honor of the day. The folks have joined the grandfolks there and their faces, Mom smiling for all she was worth, and Dad looking serious but intensely engaged with the fun going on in their dining room whenever we visited, help me through my lonely days.

Owing to the plague, we will be experiencing our annual Irish music concert in the living room this evening rather than at the Egg in Albany, where we normally thrill to a High Kings concert each year. 

Becky bought us virtual tickets to the virtual event, and we are hoping to have time to get take-out from our favorite restaurant to top off the experience. (Not a scalper in sight btw.) 

On one hand the boys are the best live performers I have ever heard, in a lifetime of great music and many concerts. On the other hand driving in the dark in Albany is not fun for folks of our vintage and I won't miss that part of it. We can NEVER actually get to Route 7 or any of the other ways out of the city even if we can see them from where we are. Last year it was raining.....

It will be a nice break from dealing with estate matters. Many hours have been spent on the phone, talking to many people not particularly conversant in English, and many more hours going through the 5000 emails in my mom's inbox looking for bills and important stuff. 

I do a few hundred a day now. I think when I get back to the beginning of the year I will quit and get the service shut down....once I get all those bills and things forwarded to me that is....

The question for today is, do we go north and east to deal with estate stuff that has to be done in person or west to get the trash to the doggy-wog amusement park* and buy cow feed?

I'll let you know later...

But for right now, Happy St. Patrick's Day!



*BITD we used to take the Cracker Dogs to the dump when we went. Of course they stayed in the cab of the truck, but they loved the incredible...to a dog...smells and the seething gulls and beeping machinery....



**And, oh, how I wish I could have called Mom last night and told her how Becky and I took turns reading Peg excerpts from Things that Go Bump in the Night. She loved that book. We first became aware of the author, Louis C, Jones, when I was a little kid. I used to beat the doorstep off the Frothingham Library in the summer when we spent our days at the antique shop in Fonda. One day I stumbled on Jones' really scary kid's book, Spooks of the Valley. Mom loved it too, found his other book, mentioned above, and it became kind of a thing to offer it to folks who came into the bookstore looking for folklore.

One day Mom was engaged in a bit of such salesmanship with a nice young woman who came into the store. The lady laughed and said, "Mr. Jones is my father. He is out in the car."

I told Peggy that story too and she was just delighted. She is taking to reading these days.....Liz just said to her, "You have to stop reading and get ready for school." Then she said, "I can't believe I just said that...I sound like my mother!" 

I wanted Mom to know.





Sunday, March 14, 2021

Magical Morning


 
There was nothing shaking when I took the dog out at Daylight Savings o'clock. It was still dark and, as much as the Interstate would allow, silent.

We went in and had some ball playing and kibble tossing, coffee making and the like, and then I just had a feeling. It was maybe twenty after six, new time.

Out with the coffee I went.


Bald Eagle

Down on the river a few gulls were whining and crying...such a lonesome, mournful sound. Geese were murmuring and chattering quietly; the stars were winking out against a pink and orange sky. And then it came....the chuck, chuck, chuck of a woodcock's wing as it circled over the heifer pasture.

For as long as I could bear to stand in the windy yard, armed only with rapidly cooling coffee and my fuzzy reindeer robe, I listened to the sky dance. Such a haunting, mystical sound, and such a sweet and fulfilling start to the day.

It is still cold out there and the wind is shiverish and mean, but my heart is just a little warmer now....thank you Mr. Timberdoodle....thank you very much. 


Sunset at Lock 12

Monday, March 08, 2021

Bluebirds and Birds that are Blue


 
We've been seeing Eastern Bluebirds lately.... everywhere. Every single one reminds me of Dad. He loved them and made many bluebird houses over the years.

There is a flock of at least 8 hanging around in our driveway. Usually they stay at the back of the farm and only come down as far as the old heifer pasture and then only in winter. Yesterday I walked down the driveway and they met me half way.



As for the birds that are blue....this bottle of maple syrup came straight from our boy's sugarbush up in Bath. I am supposed to be making pancakes to go with it, but instead am treating myself to a little spoonful every morning....it'll last longer that way.

Nights are still stupid cold here. It was four degrees when I got up this morning, and even with the sun up and bright it is not particularly pleasant yet. The river almost thawed last week....almost.



But not quite and now it is almost bank-to-bank thick ice with only a few small open leads.

Hint to the Powers that Be....we are ready for spring. In fact, way beyond ready. 

That is all

Thank you.



Friday, March 05, 2021

Planetary Wake-up


 

The wind fluffed his fingers through the silver on her head.



At his icy winter touch she rolled over in bed



And stumbling toward the morning light


She turned away from night.



Raised her face toward the rising bright


And set the morn alight.




Tuesday, March 02, 2021

A Little Breeze

 


Over the weekend, not only did my brother and his wife put four sets of brake pads and one caliper assembly on our car, (thanks, Matt and Lisa) but Matt gave me a big bucket of drill cores from a dam in Vermont.

They are maybe a handspan...my hand that is...in diameter, and range from eight inches to a foot long. 

They are solid stone.

Last night as we battened down the hatches, the boss put a tarp over some wood shavings bags in the yard that are waiting to go in the pony stalls.

He set the entire five-gallon pail on one corner of the tarp and laid individual cores on the rest.

This morning I found drill cores scattered in the driveway, with one all the way over on the other side and the tarp completely out from under the bucket (!!!!) and wrapped around a tree...

That was some wind! The overnight low was projected to ten degrees with winds gusting to 60 mph. It ended up down to five degrees right now. I slept like a baby though. Three extra blankets, with my head under them all as it was so drafty and noisy. Didn't hear a thing.

This morning even the birds that usually don't show up at the feeders until midmorning or so were there before the sun was even up.

I double fed on the ground and in the flower pot, as I brought the plastic feeders in last night to keep them from banging on things and breaking.

Seventeen Common Redpolls showed up, along with extra-large numbers of almost everything  else.

It's like January all over again.


Some people
banding American Black Ducks
at Lock 12

Sunday, February 28, 2021

First Dawn Chorus 2021

 

Don't let the door hit ya...

At least nine cardinals this morning, most of them singing gloriously. Surround sound in the early grey of dawn.

I never noticed when the first real chorus occurred before, but with the NY Breeding Bird Atlas going on, I've been entering breeding codes when I see or hear them. 

Sounds as if at least a little lead has opened up down along the south shore north of the house too. I could hear Mallards and gulls hollering and whispering down there for the first time since late last year.

Small signs of impending spring, but I'll take 'em.