Checking things out

This afternoon, I took advantage of pleasant temperatures to walk around the yard and the spruce and maple groves.  There was snow on the ground the last time I went into these areas, so I was able to get to areas I couldn’t before.

Walking through the spruce grove, it continues to strike me, just how many dead and dying trees there are.  Quite a few have already fallen, but many have not.  It’s slowly being taken over by broad leaf trees, but a lot of them are dead and dying, too.

This is from one of the spruce trees.

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You can certainly see why it fell.  This is caused by carpenter ants.  They nest in wood and can cause all kinds of damage and, in this case, weakened the trunk enough for it to fall, probably in high winds.  When I was a kid, splitting logs in the basement for the furnace in the winter, I would sometimes split a log with a hibernating nest of ants in it.  They’d fall out into a sluggish mass on the concrete.

Then they’d go into the fire.

You don’t mess with these guys.

Thankfully, we’ve never seen signs of them nesting in the house itself.

Walking through the row of apple trees, which are just barely starting to show leaf buds in a few places, I discovered why the mystery box jammed into one of them hasn’t blown away.

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It has a mystery bucket inside.

I’m sure someone had a reason to put it there.  I just can’t think of what it might be!

I started going into the maple grove next.  It used to border the garden, but at some point, a couple of rows of spruce trees were planted into what used to be garden.  The garden area was slowly made smaller and smaller over the years, with tree plantings.

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So many are dead or dying.  What you see on the bottom left is where there is a water tap.  That used to be at the the very outer edge of the garden border.

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This row of trees was planted some time after I left the farm.  Like so many others, they were planted way too close together.  Most seem to be dead or half dead.

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I don’t think there’s much left to salvage of this old willow, but we’ll see better when it’s in full leaf.  I remember it being huge and healthy, when I was a child, as was a second one behind it.  That, too, has many dead branches on it, but it’s not as broken as this one.

I eventually made my way to the fence side of the house in our yard.  I was noticing some wasp nests, and remains of wasp nests, under the eaves when I suddenly realized I was looking at something that didn’t make sense.

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That’s an electrical cable running from a hole into the “basement”, up to the roof.

When I was a kid, I spent many summer nights sleeping in this building, and even had sleepovers with my friends – back when it was still is decent shape.  There was no power hooked up to it.  We used candles and kerosene lamps for light.

Now that I think of it, I do remember one time when there was electricity being used in there.  My brothers also used the house, for parties.  I recall there was a stag held there one, and the next morning, I’d joined them to watch a movie on the TV that was brought in.  I also remember lights and music playing.  I had completely forgotten about that until now. I wonder if this wire was the source of the electricity?

So where does the line go?

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Straight through the branches…

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Over this dead tree on the other side of the fence…

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Then it disappeared into the grass.

So I went around the fence and pulled it out of the grass to see what I would find.

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There was far more length then I expected, before I pulled up the insulator – then there was even more wire before I found the plug.

From what I can tell by the electrical tape at the insulator, the wire is spliced.

And that plug… well.  You can see the inner wires are exposed.

I am guessing the insulator was attached to the pump shack, then the cable continued into the pump shack to one of the outlets inside.

It’s basically a giant extension cord.

I’m starting to wonder how no one ever caused any electrical fires and burned this place down, over the years!

Speaking of burning, as I was walking around, I could smell smoke.  I couldn’t see smoke anywhere, and have heard nothing about any new fires, but then, I didn’t see smoke or hear anything about the last two fires out here, for some time.

Meanwhile, my wonderful, awesome daughters got 4 van loads into the shed today, while I brought over my mother’s dressers from the bedroom, taking out the drawers and removing the mirror off one of them.  Even without the drawers, they were surprisingly heavy.  The mirror alone weighed more than any of the others we hauled out.  This bedroom set of my mother’s is of amazing quality!  It’s a shame she left them behind when she moved out, though I suppose they would have been too big for her current apartment.

By the time they were done unloading the last of the stuff into the shed, their bodies let them know, in no uncertain terms, that they were still sick.  I am so grateful that they got it done.  While they did that, my husband and I decided on how we’d arrange things for when the hospital bed is delivered, and I switched some things around.  We are at the point now that, once we get the call that it’s on the way, we need only to take out the bed we’re using now.

Once the box springs we are borrowing are loaded into the shed, we have nothing else that will need to go through the main part of the house into storage.  There is just the Old Kitchen and sun room to work on, so things can go straight outside from there.

Little by little, it’s getting done!

The Re-Farmer

Hello, Shaggy Friend

Heading to town, I paused on the side of the road to get a picture at one of the neighboring farms.

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Until today, we’d only seen them way in the back, in a corral. This farm has been raising bison for many years now.  I was happy to see they still are.

I like our shaggy friends. :-)

Today, we had a visit from someone in home care.  As part of my husband re-establishing the medical and other specialists he lost in the move, we was referred to home care for assessment.

As far as direct home care services, nothing is needed at this point.  Not with three adults in the house to help him.  He will, however, be getting a hospital bed.  Some time within the next two weeks, though it could be as early as Friday (two days from now), depending on the delivery drivers.

Which means it’s now urgent to get my mother’s dressers out of the master bedroom, and we have to figure out what to do with the king size bed.  At least we’ve got a spare twin, so I’ll still have a bed.

Unfortunately, we are now all sick.  Though I am recovering from the cold quite a bit, I’m still coughing a lot.  My oldest daughter seems to have gotten over the worst of it, while my younger daughter is just getting into the worse of it, and now my husband is starting to come down with it, too. :-(

Which means that, at the moment, it looks like I’m the healthiest person in the house!

As we spoke with the woman from home care, I brought up about wanting to put in a ramp outside.  It turns out Occupational Therapy assesses for stuff like that, so she will start that process for us.  OT has been here for my dad before; that’s why there’s arm bars all over the place.  Though my dad did have a wheeled walker, he usually used a non-wheeled one.  At least for inside.  His wheeled walker had a seat on it, with storage underneath.  He kept his tools in there, so it was handy around the yard. :-D

We still have that walker.  I intend to hang on to it, should I ever need one.  I’ve been doing really well, as far as mobility goes, and haven’t needed to use a cane in ages, but I never know when something will suddenly dislocate again, or a knee will bend sideways.  Better to be prepared, just in case!

Anyhow.  A ramp wasn’t included in the mobility improvements done for my dad, though one of my brother’s had intended to build a ramp for him, himself.  Instead, my dad ended up in the nursing home, so it never happened.  She’ll put in the paperwork for OT to come and assess the house and confirm if we qualify to have a ramp put in.  Even if it can’t get done this year, at least we’ll have the information we’ll need.

Tomorrow, however we are feeling, we have to start hauling things to the shed and get those dressers out of the way, so the hospital bed can be put in.  The delivery company will assemble and install it.  We just have to make sure the space is open.  We have been forewarned that it comes with a basic hospital mattress, so we might want to pick up a mattress topper for it or something.

It should be interesting.

This afternoon, I figured I was feeling well enough to start working on moving the wood piles in the garden.  I started in the area I wanted to put the wood, near the fire pit.  There were already dead trees and branches I needed to clear up, so I’ve started one pile for logs and larger branches, and another for the small branches and twigs for kindling.  While working, I kept seeing beyond into the maple grove, with all the dead branches and trees, and was just itching to start cleaning up in the yard.  Unfortunately, my mother has been obsessed with getting the garden area plowed.  I don’t want it done, and it’s far from a priority.  I can’t help but feel a bit angry, because I’m having to focus my limited energy working on the garden, instead of cleaning up around the yard, which needs it so much more.  But it’s her place, not ours, and two out of three of my siblings agree with her, so we’re outvoted, too.

With the snow completely gone, we can finally see the condition of the garden area itself.  I had been told it was very rough (another one of the reasons some family members are insisting it get plowed; it hadn’t been done properly last year, so for some reason, it’s now really, really urgent to do it this year).  Like so many other things, it was even worse than I expected.  Not so much because of how rough it is, but because of how full of rocks it is.  I spent many years helping my mother in the garden, and while there have always been rocks, I don’t remember there ever being THIS many!  Unfortunately, plowing it is just going to dig up more rocks.  Geologically, we’re on the bed of an ancient glacial lake.  This entire area has shallow soil, with lots of gravel, clay, sand and rock below.  What I want to do is build the soil up, not tear it up even more.  I much prefer to use no-till techniques, for many reasons.  Plus, if we do get chickens, they will be kept in the garden area and can help keep the weeds down and build up the soil, too.

So we will continue to work on removing the wood pile from the garden (thank God I was able to prevent it from being turned into a bonfire!), before we start cleaning the yard itself.  There is a lot of work to be done, that’s for sure.  I don’t mind.  I miss the manual labour. :-D

I didn’t get too much done in the garden before I had to stop.  Instead, I started working around the fire pit area.  There are three maple trees in a group with an old awning under them, among other things, that has been sitting there for many years.  I wanted to get the dead branch that’s overhanging the fire pit, which meant clearing that stuff out.

It took some doing to get it out.  It turned out to have been there long enough for soil to build up over the bottom of the frame!

After moving it, I found this…

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… in between two of the maples.

I wonder how many years it’s been there?  Probably longer than the awning.  That’s been there long enough that my daughters used it to get into the trees when they were little, so we’re looking at probably around 20 years.

At least it wasn’t another fridge or freezer! :-D

I did get part of the dead branch down.  I basically just reached up and pulled.  It’s been dead and dried up for so long, it broke quite easily.  Now, there’s just half of it, and it’s too high up to reach, so it’ll wait until we bring over a ladder.

I found another odd thing while working around the fire pit area.

Old cow poop.

I found it in the area where I’m putting the wood piles, but I was also finding it around the compost pile, as I cleaned up what had fallen out as the snow melted.  These are two very different areas of the yard.

Now, the farm has been rented out and the renter rotates his cattle here, but this is a fenced yard.  They should not be getting into the yard.

Also…

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That’s not cow.  That’s horse.

The only person I know of with horses nearby, is my own brother.  I don’t know if the renter has horses, but even if he did, why would they be with the cows?

So both cows and horses had gotten into the yard at some point, and not that long ago, either.

Oh, along with cow poop around the aluminum ring that contains the compost pile, I was finding small branches and twigs in the pile itself.  Plus a plastic container of the kind sour cream or cottage cheese comes in.

I seem to remember that the wood pile in the garden had originally been put on the compost pile, and one of my siblings was going to burn the whole thing until another said not to.  I don’t understand why anyone with do that, since the compost pile itself is right next to trees.  Burning the pile means burning the trees.  That would explain why there’s so much wood in the compost pile.

*sigh*  Even our compost pile is in worse shape than I expected!  And why would anyone burn it, when it’s right next to trees?

Ah, well.  Little by little, we’ll get it done.

One thing’s for sure.  By the time we are done cleaning up all the dead trees and branches in the garden area, yard, spruce grove and maple grove, we’ll have enough fuel for dozens of wiener roasts!

I’m hoping I didn’t push myself too hard, too soon, by working on this stuff today, but gosh, it felt good to finally be doing it!

The Re-Farmer

Another Stunner

It was a rather cold day today, but peaceful.  At least for us.  From what I’ve heard, two more homes were lost in yesterday’s fire to the North of us.  At this point, I know nothing more.  The province’s website that is supposed to have an up-to-date interactive map of current fires has not been much help.  It didn’t have either of the local fires on there at all.  I’ve seen others comment on the site’s lack of updating, as they’ve had to turn to social media to keep on top of the fire situation.

We never got the predicted showers, but at least with the reduced wind and colder temperatures, the fire risk has dropped a bit.

It was another day of the birds, outside.  I think it might be a while before the deer start coming back.

Oh, my.  As I was inserting the above photos, I heard another thump at the dining room window.  I went outside and found a little junco on the ground.  My younger daughter came out to hold on to it, to keep it safe from the cats, until it was ready to fly away on its own.  I’m hearing her come back inside right now, so it must be gone.

This is the second junco we’ve tended to after it hit the dining room window, just today.  The earlier one took quite a bit longer to recover.

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Here is the female, dark eyed junco from earlier today, in my daughter’s hands.  It was very calm about being held, too.

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It started to stand itself up and look around after a minute or so.  Note its bent under foot.  The other foot was like that, too.  No damage, it turned out.  It seems that it just wasn’t aware of it, quite yet.

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When it finally did start to flutter away, it just moved over to my daughter’s arm.  And immediately pooped on her! :-D

It seemed fully aware at this point, looking around and watching us closely, but content to stay on her arm for several minutes more.

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After a while, it flew off to the bench seat on the platform to our old clothes line.  There was a cat about, though, so I came over to encourage it away.  It moved to this bush and stayed there for another minute or so before finally flying away, none the worse for the experience.

While it’s unfortunate so many birds are hitting our window hard enough to stun themselves, it is so amazing to be able to hold them and watch over them until they can fly away on their own.  They seem to like the warmth of our hands as they recover, too.

Pretty awesome!

The Re-Farmer