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Coyote vs Fox

Saturday, March 19th, 2011

This will give an idea of size differences between the two. Click on the high light to see the video–it may take a few moments to buffer or you can just see both animals as stills.

This video was taken on Jan. 21, 2011 at 5 am of an adult coyote
coyote

This was taken by the same camera on Jan 22,2011 at 3 am. Note the coyote’s tracks are still there. It is a grey fox which would make it about the size of a beagle.
fox

BTW, the coyote came across the pond whereas the fox came out of the woods below it. The fox seems to be checking the direction from which the coyote came. Our house is about 80 yds to the left and up the hill from this spot.

Sorry, But Chickens Die

Sunday, January 30th, 2011

For the most part, chickens aren’t especially long-lived. This is just the nature of the species. Those who are trying to make pets of a few of these birds should realize this. Keeping chickens as backyard pets is like trying to keep most short-lived animals (goldfish and gerbils come to mind); under ideal conditions some live longer than others but it is more exception than rule. If a hen lives to 5 years of age—at which point it will have probably stopped laying—it is a ancient bird. There are a lot of reasons, singularly or combined, for chicken losses.

Start with the genetics. Chickens have been domesticated for in excess of 8000 years. Over that time period a small number of ancestors have produced a large population by breeding within a line. This is especially critical when it comes to each separate breed. In order to fix the different breeds and improve on their ability to either lay more eggs or grow to butchering size, a lot of in-line breeding had to have been done. These back crosses are a recipe for genetic defects. While fairly successful, there are breeds and individuals that have recessive genes that, when passed on, can lead to birth defects. While some, like size, odd feather growth or small combs are desirable, others, like crossed beaks, deformed toes, weak limbs, and the like are not. In addition there may also be internal defects that, while not evident to an observer, can lead to egg laying problems as well as other organ defects that can cause sudden death. It is not surprising, then, that a normal, healthy looking chicken can suddenly die with no apparent sign of illness. Only an autopsy could provide a clue to the cause of this kind of death and, often as not, it will show some anatomical defect as the cause.

Next, consider the method of reproduction. The external egg is not the best form for generating a new generation. If it were, evolution would have stopped at reptiles and I would be typing this with talons. Since the egg requires external incubation it is subject to many occurrences that can alter what is taking place inside the shell. While reptiles simply deposit their eggs and hope for the best, birds incubate them by providing body heat and humidity. This means the brooding bird has to be present almost constantly once the incubation process begins and any time spent off the eggs must be short. Should the eggs become chilled, too dry/wet or should the brooding bird not rotate the eggs at the right time problems can arise with the developing chick. Not only that but the egg shell can be either too weak, which will allow microbes to enter or the shell to be crushed, or too hard, in which case the emerging chick may exhaust itself trying to get out. Given all the variables, even when the eggs are carefully artificially hatched, it is no wonder that many chicks emerge with defects or life-threatening abnormalities. While, especially in artificial conditions, some defective chicks survive, they will always carry these abnormalities which can, later, lead to unexplained death.

Then, for the females, there is the egg laying process itself. In creating an egg laying machine from the original wild bird, we have sped up a process that was not designed by Mother Nature to produce as many eggs as it does. A normal, wild chicken, would produce, at the most, a single clutch of eggs per year, set these eggs and care for the hatchlings. Humans, because they want eggs not more birds, have short circuited this process through selective breeding and by removing the eggs so the hen lays more. This is hard on the hen, puts a burden on her reproductive system, and certainly ages her. It is little wonder that chickens are subject to such maladies as internal laying, egg blockage, peritonitis, “blow out” and other problems that may also be compounded by genetic defects.

Then there are diseases—a lot of them. While most birds are healthy enough to overcome and build immunity to most of the common ones, there are sneaky microbes that can get into a flock from outside sources that will take out one or all of the birds. Unfortunately, many common diseases only show symptoms once the bird is too ill to recover or are not easily and cheaply cured so the infected bird succumbs. Also, given that the chickens are confined in small spaces these diseases can spread very rapidly.

The above doesn’t even get into the physical problems that can befall chickens like impacted crops, broken limbs, and other injuries brought on by bad food or their environment. These kinds of things can happen with little warning in spite of the owner’s vigilance. Often too, the bird dies before the problem is diagnosed.

Finally predators take more than their share. Chickens seem to be on the lower end of the food chain where anything from rats to dogs find them either eatable or fun to kill. Because they have been bred for size, ease of handling and are, generally confined to yards or pens, most chickens have neither the ability to get away from predators nor can they fight them off. A chicken’s defensive reaction to predation is flight (that’s where “to be a chicken” comes from) or sacrifice of members of the flock to save the others. Often this behavior results in death itself without any sign of wounds or struggle and a determined predator can easily decimate a flock in a short period of time.

With a large flock and a lot of room all of the above do not, normally, present much of a problem. The loss of a few chickens in a flock of 20 or more is, while not something that makes the owner happy, understandable. However, if one has only half a dozen birds to begin with a loss of one or two is a tragedy of great proportions, especially if the owner is unprepared for it. It is important then that if you are keeping a small flock that you understand that this kind of thing is going to happen. It will better prepare you for the eventuality.

While there are things you can do such as cull any obvious defective chicks so as not to allow them to breed, select birds from proven flocks, watch for signs of disease, isolate sick birds, practice good biosecurity, and do the best you can to prevent predators from getting to your birds, they will still die unexpectedly. Just remember this is part of keeping chickens as much as enjoying those cute little fuzzy butt chicks.

Coyotes show up

Saturday, January 1st, 2011

coyotes 12-29

These are the first pictures of coyotes on our property since I mounted the game camera in September. They are on the edge of our pond about 100 yds from the house at 4 am on the 29th of December. You have to click on the coyotes 12-29 above to see a video them.

The Junk Drawer

Wednesday, March 3rd, 2010

My dear wife decided to clean out the junk drawer in the kitchen yesterday. Now this is the drawer everyone has, usually in the kitchen, where you toss little pieces of stuff that you may need at some point but never do. In our case, once she removed the assort tools, appliance instruction booklets, phone book and upper layer of things we knew were there, she unearthed a lot of interesting stuff most of which neither she nor I had an idea of what it was for.

To wit:

A black rubber thing that looks like a spacer between to wires but then could be a bumper for something in either the current refrigerator or refrigerator, dishwasher or microwave we long ago discarded.

A two-piece, inch and a half sliver tube with holes in one end and along one side—one piece slides inside the other. Looks like a whistle but isn’t—I almost herniated myself trying that.

A Kodak AA battery that is no longer has a charged.

A long light bulb that may fit in either our refrigerator or refrigerator freezer—the last time one burned out I bought an extra. Chances are if the current bulb burnt out I’d forgot I had it and go buy another.

A halogen light bulb that might go to the yard light over the garage door—or not.

A small battery and an empty package for a SR41W battery—they maybe go together but the numbers on the bottom of the battery are so small, we can’t read it and even if they do, we have no idea what they are for.

Half a dozen flashlight bulbs that may be good but we don’t have a flashlight that they work in.

Two small light bulbs that may be for the lights that used to be along the sidewalk between the house and garage that we tore out when we remodeled 12 years ago.

Six keys for luggage or brief cases—no idea which or whether we still have them—can’t lock luggage any more anyway.

A bunch of keys for locks or doors or whatever—since none are labeled I will have to try every lock on the place to see if we have someplace they work. Chances are pretty go that, once I toss them, I find one I missed.

A florescent light starter.

Sockets and extensions for a ratchet screwdriver handle that, since the ratchet no longer worked, I think I threw away—maybe.

Several rolls of tape that no longer could be unrolled since it had hardened.

Two tubes of glue that has hardened.

Eight circular key rings—no keys on any of them.

4 fancy key chains—one labeled “to house”—none with keys attached.

A bunch of chain type key chains, all unhooked.

Three ballpoint pen refills that may or may not work that were taken from discarded pens just in case we got another pen that uses the same innards.

A small tack hammer whose head it so loose that it can no longer be used—unless someone fixes it which wasn’t to happen since “someone” didn’t remember it was there.

Two small springs.

Assorted screws, nuts, bolts and small nails—nuts did not necessarily fit bolts.

Two note pads each with a couple of sheets of paper.

Two bicycle pants clips—not something you see every day.

A package of assorted O-rings.

A pad lock with, miracle of miracle, the key attached.

A kitchen cabinet hinge.

A black plastic, T-shaped thing that looks like it belongs on the end of something like a faucet.

With exception of the glue and tape, and because “Hey, you never know.” all of the above were returned to the drawer. I figure in the next millenium some archaeologist is going to be really confused.

How’s Them Onions???

Saturday, May 30th, 2009

I guess everyone reaches the point in their life when they begin suffer fools less. I know I got there a while ago but, lately, I have found myself putting up with less and less of the bs that gets tossed around. What especially ticks me off are those that feel it is ok to insult my intelligence. This last month or so I had a case that proves the point.

For a number of years I have been ordering sweet onion plants from the Park Seed Co. of Greenwood, SC. These plants are started someplace in Texas and mailed so I get them in midApril. This year, however, I had not received them by the first week in May so I contacted the company. I received a return email informing me that my order would be sent when it was the proper planting time for my area which would be late May or early June. I replied to this email by informing the writer that previously the plants had come in April, been planted as soon as I could get them in the ground—usually after a week or so in the refrigerator because the ground was too wet to work—and we began harvesting them in mid to late June. This email was answer to the effect that the writer was in error but there had been a problem with production and the plants would be sent as soon as possible. Ok, I wasn’t happy about that but, as a gardener, I understand how those things can happen.

On May 20, I get an email that the onions are being sent via USPS. Since this is also the week that the PO is closed for Memorial Day, I hope the package will arrive by Saturday so it doesn’t sit around until Tuesday. They aren’t there on Saturday nor are they there when the PO reopens on Tuesday. So I email the company again. I am told that it will take a week meaning they should be there the 27th which is Wednesday. They aren’t there on the 27, this generates another email. They aren’t there on the 28th either. Now I’m pissed.

So I send an email informing them that do to the fact these onions are so late, I should be given a refund. The return email informs me that according to the USDA zone chart the planting time for my onions is the end of May and that if I want a refund I must return the onions. (This email is signed by the fourth person to respond—I have an idea that there is only one person in customer service, they just sign an arbitrary name to the computer generated response.) Now my intelligence is being insulted since I know the correct time for planting onions in this area is April. In addition, since these plants will now be going in so late that they may be up against warm, dry weather which may impede their development, I am concerned that they will not mature correctly. This certainly qualifies me for some monetary compensation. Also, since planting time for onions in this area is now a month late, it is impossible to find plants locally to replace them should I return them. Park Seed knows they have me over a barrel and have no intention of admitting the problem is theirs.

I write a return email to this effect and inform whoever is reading it that I am not some Gen-Xer that is making his first garden because the President’s wife is planting one on the White House lawn. I also inform them that, in spite of having purchased seeds from Park for over 40 years—I have kept a garden log that goes back to 1965 and I was using their seeds then—I would no longer buy from them. In addition, I thought that it would have been a case of common courtesy for them to have told me the onions would be late arriving and have given me the opportunity to cancel the order and buy locally. After a month, that train had long left the station and they not only owed me an apology but a refund plus the onions. As of this morning, I have not received a response to that email but suspect that when I do it will be a generic one signed by another person. I do know that the next Park catalog that arrives here—something that occurs with a fair degree of regularly—that I will return it.

BTW, if you’re reading this and wish to know the names and addresses of other seed companies email me, I have a number that are reliable and which I will be using from this point forward.

Addendum: Back in the last week of April I was in the local Lowe’s and noticed they had flats of a dozen Walla Walla sweet onion plants. Since my garden was ready and I hadn’t received my Park order I picked up one and put them in the ground that day. Now, after two frosts and one hard freeze, these onions are golf ball sized and should be usable in a couple of weeks. Just to prove that I, rather than some employee in customer service, knows what he’s doing.

PS: I had some problems getting this blog posted two days ago. As of today, the onion plants are still between here and TX. Also, I after I email Park again today I receive another computer generated email which was signed by a fifth person.

Deer Browse

Saturday, January 24th, 2009

deer

Some people, good hearted souls they may be, think to help the deer survive the winter is as simple as throwing out some hay or corn, unfortunately they are doing more harm than good. Deer survive the winter not by eating grass and corn but by eating woody plants–check your shrubs. Their ability to gain nutrients from their food changes with the seasons and, with the amount of cold and snow we’ve had thus far this winter, that means they need browse to survive.

Last week I did some pruning on a couple of apple trees that hadn’t been touched in about 5 years. When I finished cutting out water suckers, topping off one of the trees and generally cleaning out the middle of both, I had more branches on the ground than were left on the trees. While I intend to chip these up come spring–or at least what is left of them–they are left where they fell for the deer to feed on. Considering the number of deer hanging around and the amount of branches, I don’t think this browse will last that long. In the photo there are 8 deer around the browse itself and another 3 laying down back in the windbreak. At the rate they’re going at it, I expect it’ll be down to uneatable stuff in a couple of days.

Sun on Fog and Frost

Sunday, November 11th, 2007

I took this this morning from our hill looking back toward town. The fog came in during 20-degree temperatures, causing the frost to cover the trees. Sure makes for pretty country.

frost

Summer’s Coming to an end (Sigh)

Tuesday, October 9th, 2007

As of today, we haven’t had our first frost which has kept my wife’s flowers in full bloom. Today several monarch’s were taking advantage of that on their way to Mexico.

monarch on zinna

Fun at Grandpa’s House

Sunday, July 15th, 2007

Boy, if you’re a city dog, it is fun to come to grandpa’s in the country where, when your mother lets you run around, you can get into lotza interesting stuff. Mud is special fun.

Layke

Of course, you have to be cleaned off before you are allowed back into the house, but it’s worth it.

Layke

(This is Laykey, Kirsten’s Corgi, and she has a ball when she comes here.)

July Garden

Tuesday, July 10th, 2007

Things are going along well on the “farm”. Despite the wierd weather–alternating above or below normal temperatures–that have slowed progress on those things needing warm weather, most of the garden is on schedule.

garden

The upper part of the garden with beans, carrots, beets, lettuce, chard and onions is producing well. We have been, or could be, using most everything in this area–excepting the beans which will be ready next week.

garden

The lower part where the tomatoes, peppers, broccoli, cucumbers, squash, pumpkins and potatoes are planted is coming along slower than I would have hoped, although the tomato and pepper plants are loaded with blossoms and immature fruit. I expect, however, that once the latter start ripening, we are going to be overwhelmed.

A couple of notes: The hoops to the left in the first picture are covering a new strawberry patch that is outside the garden fence. Rabbits were nibbling off some of the leaves. The garden, btw, is surrounded with 7-foot high fencing to keep the rabbits and deer at bay–thus far it has worked *knock on wood*.

The tomato ladders are in the center of the second picture–if you look carefully you’ll see them sticking above the top of the skeleton of the tomato house. Since I was limited in number of these I put them on the grape tomatoes which seem to grow huge and have a lot of fruit.

I left the tomato house structure there since I plan on using it to cover the area when frost threatens in the fall. Hopefully I can keep those plants going a little longer with that kind of help.