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Tuesday, May 09, 2023

Quoth Me at the Ravens

 


Nevermore.....please, nevermore.

I was sitting right here in this very chair, yesterday morning pretty early. I hadn't done a bird list yet, and I make at least one every day to keep my streak going...currently at 2320 days and counting. A Common Raven called above, so I started a list with it and added the House Wren that was singing on the porch, and a Song Sparrow from the yard as well.

As I started to rise to go outside and collect a proper list the raven flew right past the big window with three crows in hot pursuit.

By the time I got outdoors camera in hand, it was streaking around the yard trailing crows and grackles like a bride with a really weird train on her gown. Macabre indeed.



Soon the big bird landed on the heifer barn roof, promptly joined by another of its ilk. We have observed that ravens are colonizing silo ladders for nest platforms and we have both an old tile silo near that barn, plus the slide chute for the haymow, which would make a great platform. I believe that one of those things was the lure for these birds.

The neighbors though were full of hate. They bombed. They screamed. They were as brave as little flying tigers, bopping the ravens on their heads, eliciting screeches of outrage. Soon the second bird flew away and was seen no more.



The first one was a toughie though. It stayed even when I walked right over to take photos and video. The crows had to call for reinforcements and came back more than tripled in numbers. 

After a dedicated onslaught of crow after crow after crow, stooping, pecking, and biting, with a few furious grackles thrown in, the raven finally tossed in the towel and took off south. I was pretty relieved.

Although I haven't seen any reports of ravens harming livestock here in the East, they are a scourge out West. I won't tell you what they do to newborn lambs and calves, but it is awful. Look it up....And we have lotsa baby lambies.



Much to my dismay, there was a raven up in the orchard yesterday afternoon...still beleaguered but stubborn. Below is a video I took of some of the action yesterday. Crank up the volume to get an idea of how upset the locals were. Excuse the traffic noise. It's a constant misery here but it is what it is.

Monday, May 08, 2023

Magic in Woods and Water

 

Pileated Woodpecker

According to the calendar the first day of Spring came late last month. Here in the real world though, it was yesterday. They just don't make weather like that any more. First thing in the morning we went to the boat launch at Schoharie Crossing SHS. Before I even had my binoculars hooked to my harness we saw Lesser Yellowlegs right in front of the car. By the time the visit was over I was able to photograph five of them, the two Greater Yellowlegs with them, three Spotted Sandpipers, and saw, but did not capture, a Solitary Sandpiper. I was even able to record the calls of the Lesser crew. That was the first time in at least two years that we had encountered them, although we see Greater all the time. 


Five Lesser and one Greater Yellowlegs

Greater Yellowlegs

Contrast in size if you happen to catch them together

The elusive Lesser Yellowlegs

Then we went to Yankee Hill Lock, where there were scads of good birds, although very few warblers yet. There was a mighty banging right next to the bike path, but for the longest time I couldn't find the woodpecker source of the racket. Turns out I was peering up into the tops of the trees, while the bird was working over a log on the ground. Talk about mysterious!


Along the way

Next the boss shanghaied me off to McFadden's Plow Days. I did not expect to spend the whole visit grinning from ear-to-ear, but I did. All those fine farm men running that amazing machinery, plowing and fitting the ground so beautifully! I have a lot of video and photos to edit and upload....soon, I promise...very soon.



Late in the evening we ran up to Cline Road Marsh, hoping to catch up with a friend there. We missed communication somewhere along the road, but the birds were eager to come right out and meet up. Ralph just barely (quick sidestep) missed being not-photo bombed by a bunch of noisy Branta Canadensis, and the rails came right out in the road to peer at me with nervous eyes. It was the perfect ending to one of the best days I've had in ages.


Virginia Rail




Sunday, April 23, 2023

Sparkly Horse Rescue...Lonely No More

 


Lost at sea on an empty black futon, a sparkly purple pony was sad and alone.



Who would save him from sailing the barren carpet seas, unhugged and unloved, just a solitary pony in a friendless, icy world?



But lo, on the horizon, a heroine arose. Small Bailey Rae, intrepid rescuer of lonely ponies has come to save the day. A hug. Some loving. Perusal of the fish tank with much enthusiasm ensues.



From then and hence, a loving pair of arms always holds him close.


**Pony designed and created by Becky for Bailey Rae especially. To say that he was a big hit is to put it mildly.



Monday, April 10, 2023

Out, into the Moon

 


I don't like waking up every morning between three and four in the winter. Too many hours must pass before the sun makes its presence known. However, I got in the habit the year Riva Ridge won the Derby, and through a lifetime of farming the habit has stuck.

Even now into retirement.

However, waking up early as spring leaps toward summer, like a bunny on a caffeine and clover high, is not so bad. It is spooky and mysterious out there with the dog and the waning gibbous moon, but you can feel the sun coming. Today Cassiopeia was rocking in the branches of the cottonwood by the driveway, which was kinda cool.




All that is left of the old nest, which went all the way around the tree

No woodcock today, but I am sure thousands of migrating birds are passing overhead and most likely some of them will land to spend the day where maybe I can find them.

Yesterday we happened on a Rusty Blackbird at the boat launch as well as a couple of Bonaparte's Gulls that have been hanging around. These are birds that are elusive as pixies under mushrooms, at least in my world, and it was a delight to find them. Both species of kinglets are passing through, giving me a serious challenge in the photographing of same. They NEVER sit still. At least I was able to obtain recordings of both yesterday.


Cline Road Marsh, where we found Evening Grosbeaks recently

In less happy news the Sprakers eagles lost their venerable nest in a recent high wind. No idea what stage of breeding they were in but they at least lost eggs if not nestlings. We have been following the nest for years since a good friend pointed it out to us and I was dismayed when I looked up when we were passing to see only a quarter of it remaining. Sad. The parent birds had really added a lot to it this year...perhaps it was extra heavy. The night it fell, we certainly did have some serious winds, as has been the case a lot already this year.



Anyhow, on our way out to Beardsley Reservoir the other day, we stopped to take a better look at the damage. The nest was mostly gone, but eagle-eye Radar-Ralph spotted two birds whirling over the pines on the steep hill where the nest was. One landed and appeared to be breaking off branches and carrying them to a new tree a short way from the old nest.

Sure enough, they are building anew. 

I wish them success!


Rusty Blackbird

In other bird news, we have found some good ones lately, after the latest, migration-wise, and most meagre early spring, I have ever experienced. (I have been running ten or twelve species behind other years all year, but am slowly beginning to catch up, as birds finally begin moving.)


Bonaparte's Gull

At Beardsley Reservoir we found three Red-necked Grebes and a nice group of Long-tailed Ducks one day. This is only the second time I have ever seen those grebes, although we find a couple of Pied-billed most years.

I've been able to get decent recordings of a Pileated Woodpecker calling and drumming. Ditto Downies as well.



A farmer friend shared a map of 2023 hummingbird sightings this morning and I see they are up into Pennsylvania. Guess I will stick a feeder out just in case.

Meanwhile, hope you all had a nice Easter. We did....went birding in the AM, hung around puttering later in the day. Called loved ones to check in and made the boss meatloaf for Easter dinner. He loves it....We got the beef from an area farm and I am quite please with it.

But now, the first Northern Cardinal and White-throated Sparrows are singing outside. Guess I should see what the day might bring.


Dark-eyed Junco

Sunday, April 02, 2023

I Found an Old Farm Side


From back in the day when I was an ag columnist....


 What do the Neolithic period and the Bronze Age have in common, and what does that have to do with politics today?


Good question. I’m glad you asked. 


The National Museum of Denmark says of the Neolithic period, “The Neolithic period covers the era 3900-1700 BC. The hunting people in Denmark had long had contact with the farming societies in central Europe, but only around 3900 BC the hunters began to till the land and keep animals. Wooded areas were cleared, burnt and replaced with fields of arable crops. Cattle, pigs and sheep appeared as domesticated animals.”


It is also the period wherein the first primitive examples of what is called “proto-writing” were found, as humans developed simple forms of markings for communication.  


Even though early scratches on turtle shells didn’t quite match up to texting, not only did those hunters turned farmer begin to grow food instead of shooting or trapping it, they also began to drink milk from the animals they kept.


Science Daily reports that researchers have found evidence of milk protein in the mineralized dental plaque of seven people from that era who lived in what is now Great Britain.


 “Lead author of the study, Dr Sophy Charlton, from the Department of Archaeology at the University of York, said: "The fact that we found this protein in the dental calculus of individuals from three different Neolithic sites may suggest that dairy consumption was a widespread dietary practice in the past.”


The fascinating article pointed out that the consumption of dairy products predates the genetic mutation that allowed at least some of us to be able to digest milk into adulthood. The authors theorized that either early farmers only drank small amounts of fluid milk or turned it into products, such as cheese, which have significantly reduced lactose content.




The relationship of this story to politics might seem a bit obscure. However, the animal rights movement certainly is politically motivated and they would have us believe that drinking milk from other animals is weird and unnatural. Yet we clearly started evolving our wildly successful, symbiotic relationship with milk producing mammals a very long time ago. It worked out pretty well for the survival of those milk producers...how else would they get to be kept in cozy barns, protected from wild predators, and pampered and cossetted all their lives? And how else would I get the delicious chunk of extra-sharp Cheddar I’m nibbling as I type this tale? They would probably have the cows and sheep and dairy goats go extinct and me eat some soybean concoction. I say no thanks, and the animals probably would too.


Which brings us to a somewhat more modern time, the Bronze Age. That is when our ancestors began making and using tools from bronze, which is created primarily by smelting copper with the addition of tin, and sometimes other metals. Bronze objects were harder than those made of previously available metals and thus came in pretty handy for sturdy nails and significant axe heads. The Bronze Age fell between the Stone Age, of which the Neolithic period was part, and the Iron Age, wherein humans learned to make even harder tools and weapons.


As early as the Neolithic period humans were feeding their infants and children milk from other mammals. By the time the Bronze Age rolled around it appears to have become a common practice, as evidenced by nifty little vessels from those periods unearthed by archaeologists all over Europe. The small clay pots were of a size comfortable for tiny hands and had spouts that scientists theorized would serve to supply food via suckling.An article from the Archaeology News Network showed photos of the “bottles” some of which were shaped like fanciful animals and even had legs to stand upon.


According to the article there was some skepticism as to whether the vessels were used to feed children at all or if they were used for nourishing sick people instead. Thus they analyzed the residual contents of such containers found in ancient graves of children in Bavaria. It was discovered that the bottles had contained the milk of domestic ruminants such as cows and sheep.


Nature Magazine said “This evidence of the foodstuffs that were used to either feed or wean prehistoric infants confirms the importance of milk from domesticated animals for these early communities, and provides information on the infant-feeding behaviors that were practiced by prehistoric human groups.”


Thus not only did our early relative
s begin domesticating and keeping cows and other ruminants from a very early time in order to drink their milk, so did they begin feeding their offspring such materials at an early stage in their lives.


Project partner, Dr Katharina Rebay-Salisbury from the Institute for Oriental and European Archaeology of the Austrian Academy of Science concluded in Archaeology News, "Bringing up babies in prehistory was not an easy task. We are interested in researching cultural practices of mothering, which had profound implications for the survival of babies. It is fascinating to be able to see, for the first time, which foods these vessels contained."


It’s fascinating to me that even Stone Age humans saw value in drinking milk and used it to help their children survive the stresses of weaning and subsequent primitive life.


It’s too bad that modern privileged humans want to reinvent the wheel when it comes to nutrition. Today’s vegan movement would have us forgo our historic relationships with animals and consume only plant material instead. According to the Conversation this is leading to a trend in developed and indeed wealthy countries of chronic hidden hunger as people crave micronutrients lost by following such unnatural diets. More than one in two children in the United States is deficient in vitamin D and E, while ¼ of children lack sufficient calcium or magnesium.


Guess what time-honored beverage contains all of those elements. You know the answer of course. Dairy milk.


So simple that even the cavemen knew it. Or if not cavemen at least some really early humans.



Second March


 
Kinda like second brakefust only a lot less fun...

Woke up at 2AM and 3AM to the winds of the damned. Impossible to sleep. And then I did for a bit during a lull, to the tune of terrible, all-too-real nightmares that rivaled the evening news for horror.

Ugh. (BTW, I see from my FB memories that ten years ago today we had pretty much the same weather. Also it is Mule Day.)



Yesterday felt like spring, (after the daunting rains got done). It got warm so fast that I watched fog roll up off a cornfield and then dissipate in real time, maybe five minutes worth. Crazy and nothing I had ever seen before. I found two first-of-the-year birds too, Northern Shovelers in Schoharie County and a Belted Kingfisher in Montgomery. I was even able to photograph a Pileated Woodpecker and record it calling and drumming. Cool

Then came the night. More wind-driven rain and then wind, wind, wind. You can't go from almost 70 to the twenties without some drama. Today it is just cold and kinda grim. I didn't even go down to the river when Ralph took Becky to work. Too darned tired and drained.

However, on the bright side...and there usually is one...someone left me a micro-duck on my new reading device that Becky handed down to me yesterday (she hates it, I like it). It can sit on my thumbnail with room to spare. 

It is an adorable little thing, although I am somewhat afraid it might grow up to be a Yakushima Rain Duck and Lord knows we don't need any more of those! I have an idea who may have left it here to gift me nearly immeasurable cheer, but I could be wrong.

Maybe it was the duck fairy instead!



Saturday, April 01, 2023

Breaking News

 


Vortex discovered in northern Fulton County.

Experts baffled. Rainy Springday, professor of Confounding Hydraulics at Oatnell University in Mythica NY, said Saturday that although there is no immediate danger to the public, authorities are monitoring the situation and measurements are being taken on an hourly basis,

Stay tuned for further developments. 

*This is LiarLiar PantsonFire reporting from Cline Road Marsh. 

Thursday, March 30, 2023

Revolving Door Lions

 

Lawn Lion AKA Cobra Chicken

Here in the Great Northeast, March came in like a lion...not at all unexpected. However, now it is going out like one too. It just doesn't seem fair.



Yesterday I spent some sunny afternoon time working in the garden. Pulled up the old landscape fabric, raked and leveled, and laid out new rows for when it's warm enough to put in the cannas.



I reveled in the sturdy little shoots of newly emerged garlic. Last year we found the best garlic I have ever tasted at an Amish roadside stand. I spared one bulb's worth to plant and now I an glad I did.



It was warm and nice enough for Mack to spend a couple of hours in his outside run and for the lambs, which are for the most part huge now, to go out in the yard with the flock.


Lambic Pentameter

Today all is covered with fresh snow. Jilly-woo was delighted. She could go roll in it. Me not so much.

And now it looks as if April will come in like a lion too. Brrr.....


Sky Lions fighting over a large carcass of something they caught.
It has slipped into the water here.
There were five of them strafing and struggling to steal

Tuesday, March 21, 2023

While the Computer is Functioning for a Minute

 






A very Happy Birthday to the guy who can do it all!

Love you, Alan, and your wonderful family.