Redwing Blackbird

For the past few days, we haven’t been putting anything out at the feeding station; there was no point in continuing to put out deer feed this time of year, so I didn’t bother buying more when we ran out.  When next we buy seeds, I hope to get mixed bird seed, and have a bird feeder out the living room window to put it in. :-)

There are still enough seeds left on the ground to attract birds, and today, I got photos of a male redwing blackbird (the females look VERY different).

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This particular bird has very little of the red showing through its wing.  Perhaps it is transitioning from juvenile to adult?

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The red is certainly there, though under black feathers.

I really wasn’t expecting to see them in our yard, since they prefer wet and marshy areas.

Not that there are much of those right now.

I’ve read in the news today that there are 3 fires threatening some communities to the west of us.  Not close enough for us to see any smoke.

We also got weather alerts today, for the heat.  Though our local temperature is at “only” 19C, the next town is at 29C.  I wish I knew where our local weather readings are coming from, because they seem to be on the low side.  I’d like to see the weather station and how it’s situated.  The station in the next town over is a class A station; about as perfectly situated as a weather station can be.

Stating tonight and through to Friday, there are possible thunderstorms but all for the southern and western parts of the province.  They will likely miss us, though I hope we at least get rain.  Temperatures are predicted to hit 23-25C, with humidexes of 31-35C.

From the weather alert;

Residents of and visitors to the above mentioned regions are advised to take the following precautions to protect themselves, their families and their neighbours;

  • drink plenty of water even before you feel thirsty and stay in a cool place.
  • reduce your heat risk. Schedule outdoor activities during the coolest parts of the day.
  • the risks are greater for young children, pregnant women, older adults, people with chronic illnesses and people working or exercising outdoors.
  • Outdoor workers should take regularly scheduled breaks in a cool place.

 

And that is why we aren’t doing yard work during the day!

I think we might want to move the bird bath over to the East side of the house, too, once we clean it up.

The Re-Farmer

Flower Garden Progress: cardboard layer

The ornamental apples in the flower garden are very enthusiastically blooming right now!

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While working under it last night, I could hear a constant hum of bees over my head!

I worked on layering cardboard onto the cleaned out flower garden for as long as I had light.  Most of the time was spent taking tape off the boxes.

That’s one way to use up all those boxes from moving!

I was able to clear out most of the boxes in the Old Kitchen that my sister gave me to pack up my parents’ stuff before the movers arrived.  I kept the strongest ones for packing the books and whatnot that are in the sun room when we finally get to it.  Then we started on our own moving boxes.  Getting those up the stairs from the new part basement was surprisingly dangerous.  We have to close the door behind us because it’s not safe for our cats to go down there until we start cleaning the basements out.  The door opens inward, over the steps.  There’s just no good way to open a door from a steep set of stairs while clutching a bunch of boxes that are busily working on sliding out of your grip and falling down the stairs! :-D

At least the stairs are not as steep or skinny as the ones to the old part basement!

I could really tell which boxes were ones we packed, and which the movers packed.  I was reminded, again, of what a terrible job they did. :-(  The ones packed by the movers were a lot easier to remove the tape from, though, since there was hardly any, and they didn’t make any effort to make sure it stuck to the cardboard. :-/

So this is what the flower garden looked like last night.

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When I ran out of boxes again, I just stopped.  By the time I brought up more and removed the tape, it would have been full dark.

The temperatures were just perfect, though. :-D

I actually stayed out after taking this picture and started spraying the cardboard with water, more to add the weight of water, just in case a wind picked up.  The hose we were using was too short, so I found a much longer one in the garden shed (using a flashlight) and set that up.

It wasn’t until hours later that I remembered that there is another tap on the other side of the Old Kitchen.  Without the sun room to go around, that tap is much closer to the garden.

Oops. :-D

I brought up more boxes this morning – I even managed to bring up more than I actually needed.  Which is good.  More boxes available to pack up the sun room and the Old Kitchen.

This is what it looked like this morning, after I finished layering the cardboard.

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Next thing to do was saturate the cardboard.

I’d grabbed a lawn sprinkler from the garden shed last night, only to have 3 others come with it.  Turns out they were tied together.  This morning, I went through them to try and figure out which was the least broken and hooked it up.

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The adjustment was jammed in one position, so I took advantage of that and started from close to the house and left it there a while.  It didn’t quite reach the opposite side, plus there were voids here and there from the bushes and the clothes line platform.  After a while, I moved it to the other side.

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There were still some voids, but I got more coverage in more areas missed.

After some fighting with the knob, I did eventually get the sprinkler on the “full” setting, so I could put it in the middle.

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I left it there for maybe half an hour, so the whole thing got probably an hour or more of watering.

It wasn’t enough, but things were starting to heat up fast.

I didn’t get pictures yet, but after clearing out the hose, I started moving over the flax straw that was used to cover the septic tank cover for the winter, plus the straw that was in front of the cat house by the old kitchen, then started working on one of the piles of leaves my daughters had left by the garden for me.

For all the soaking it got, by the time I stopped, the cardboard was already starting to dry in many spots!

After I finish covering the cardboard, I will set up the sprinkler and have it run for the night, to make sure everything it thoroughly saturated.  Well.  At least as much as the sprinkler can reach.

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This is some of what I’d pulled out of the flower garden while using the weed trimmer.

No wonder the rake kept catching on things.

I’d made the mistake, yesterday, of doing a bit of raking without gloves.  This was the result. :-(

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I have learned that this is a very bad place for an open wound.  It seems everything I try to handle with my left hand (being left handed, that’s most things) hits it.

Nothing a bit of aloe vera and open air can’t handle. :-)

It’s not even 11am yet, and already we’re at 16C, with a “real feel” of 21C.  Our high is supposed to be 23C today.

No more yard work today until things cool down.

Tomorrow is supposed to be even hotter, with a possible thunderstorm.  Which works out, since my husband has medical appointments both today and tomorrow.

While working on the garden and cleaning up today, I couldn’t help but notice all sorts of areas that we need to get into, and think; that job is going to be SO much easier, now that we have a working weed trimmer!  :-D  Having the right tools makes all the difference!

The Re-Farmer

Flower Garden Progress: I broke down and did it!

It was back to working on the flower garden today.  The goal was to rake it and clean up whatever I find in it, before starting to lay down the layer of cardboard on it.

I worked around the edges, at the fence line, first and immediately found…

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… a pet food bowl, buried under the leaves.

I fought with the fence in this area.  I tipped over the tire planter right on top of it.  Never had any clue that there was something under the leaves, never mind something in bright purple plastic!

Now, theoretically, we could have taken the lawn mower to it.  My older brother did make sure we had a push mower that worked, waiting for us in the garage.

This is one of the reasons why I decided against it.

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At least the piece of sidewalk block in another area was likely there as a stepping stone.  Half a brick is just… garbage.  It wasn’t even there to mark something, since that bush near it has a stick marking it.

After clearing around the edges, I started to work my way inwards.  Clearing off what I’d already started before wasn’t too bad, but trying to rake through a mat of low growing greenery, getting hung up on buried vines, branches and sticks I couldn’t see, it was very frustrating.

So, I broke down and did it.

I went into town and bought a weed trimmer.

It was the cheapest electric one I could find, since it had to come out of the budget for something else, but I got it.

I don’t regret it.

That thing saved me hours and hours of labour.

Plus, it’s fun.

I did have to unreel new line about 5 or 6 times before I was done, though.  In the process, I uncovered rotting pieces of wood and branches that look like someone pruned them, then just left them on the ground, years ago, to be buried in dead leaves and greenery.

Not only that, but after going over the garden with the weed trimmer, I realized that I wouldn’t have to rake it at all.  I was able to clean up the garden, removing various things I found that didn’t belong, in the process.  I can start laying the cardboard down as it is right now, then start layering with the leaves and straw that we already have.

Many, many hours of labor saved.

This is what it looked like, yesterday.  (click on them to see full size)

The photo on the left was taken from inside the “gate”.  The center picture from the end, and the right photo, from the north-west corner.

This is what it looks like now.

The photo on the left is taken from the south side of the garden.  The center is taken from the south-west corner, and the right photo is from the north-west corner.

For now, I’m taking a water break, and then I plan to go out and start laying down cardboard. :-D

The Re-Farmer

 

Flower Garden Progress; done for the day!

It was much more pleasant working outside in the cooler temperatures!  We were heading well towards 30C today.

One of the first things I wanted to do when I went back out was to empty the second tire planter and move it out.

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This one still had the other half of the tire attached as a base.

Also…

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It was on top of an ants’ nest.  The rim was full of ants, some carrying eggs, trying to find their way back to the nest.

I left the planter right where it was.  I can get it out tomorrow! :-D

For the garden itself, I focused on trimming, pruning and cutting.  There were a few rose bushes at the fence line that I was going to leave, but determined that they were not deliberately planted there, so I took them out.  I pruned the apple trees a bit, and cut away deadwood from trees and bushes alike.  I cut away lots of those vines, and so on.

Then this happened.

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One of the problems we’ve found since moving here, is that so much of my parents’ stuff is gone.  The good, working stuff, that is.  Tools, equipment, supplies…  This was a fully functioning farm and, after 40 + years of farming, my parents had pretty much everything anyone could need, and then some.  What we’re finding now is basically the left behind junk.  Like these old pruning shears.  My husband was able to sharpen them, but they were clearly not going to last long.

Still, I didn’t expect a chunk to actually break off like that!

We’ll have to add “pruning shears” to our list of purchases.  Or, should I say, bump it up higher on the list.

So I made do with a small hand saw.  There is a large collection of old saws (and axes) here, with most of them being quite large.  I remember using smaller saws that would have been perfect for the work I was doing, but I have not seen any of them, anywhere.  Instead, we are using my older daughter’s hand saw, that she bought for herself a few years ago.

It did the job.  That’s the main thing.

Here is the garden now, from the south west corner.

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Clearing that west fence line was the most work.

Here is the garden from the north west corner.

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There is still a stick in there, that is supposed to me marking something my mom planted, but I don’t think there’s anything there anymore.  I’ll check more thoroughly when I start raking, tomorrow.

The fence posts are going to take a bit more effort to remove.  I can wiggle them from side to side quite a lot, but can’t pull them out.

All in all, a very good day’s work!

The Re-Farmer

 

 

Progress: working on the flower garden

Today, I decided to get started on the flower garden off the Old Kitchen.  When my mother came by a couple of days ago, we talked about what was there, what she wanted, and what I was thinking of doing.  I now know that the vines, while deliberately planted, turned out to be invasive, so she wants them gone.  There are several bushes she wants to stay, but the greenery below can go completely.  The fence will also be removed, but she doesn’t care if any new fence gets put up again later.  It can stay down.

I had already started clearing the area a bit.  Now that I know my mother is good with the greenery being gone, I have decided that I will start doing “lasagna garden” type layering to build up the soil, while at the same time killing off the invasive plants.

I intend to keep the rhubarb, which will be fairly easy to work around, and the chives are on the outside of the fence line, but whatever onions are growing among the crab grass will be buried, too.

First order of business, then, was to remove the fencing.  My daughters would continue to clean around the yard, but instead of taking the raked leaves to the big garden, I asked them to pile it near the flower garden, and I will use it later.

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The first section to work on was the “gate”.  I’d used a stick to prop it open, because it kept flopping.

When I moved the bright yellow thing hanging there, it was actually the first time I’d looked closely at it.  I had just thought it was some sort of decoration.

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Turns out, it’s a glass hummingbird feeder!

I really like it.

No idea why it was left hanging there, instead of being taken inside for the winter.  Now that I think of it, it may well have been hanging there for years.

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This is the toy rocking horse I’d found buried in the leaves and other dead foliage, when I had first started cleaning the area.

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This is the opposite end of the fencing by the gate.  It just sort of ends, sticking out past the clothes line platform.

I honestly can’t think of why any fencing was added there.  It was attached to the platform in places, so it’s not like it was added before the platform was rebuilt.  It serves no purpose that I can think of.

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While working on the gate, I quickly discovered I needed to watch my step; these broken blocks and bricks move when you step on them!

There is a downspout near there, currently with a rain barrel under it.  I am guessing these were added because the area would become muddy.

We’ll have to figure something else out, later.  I don’t know about right by the Old Kitchen, but in the garden itself, I might look into putting some stepping stones or some other decorative, yet useful, elements.

After removing the gate portion, I found a challenge.

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The self-sown trees can actually grown around the wire of the fencing.  To remove the fencing, I had to free it by cutting the trees.

That was another reason the fencing needed to go, here.  There was no way to clear away the self-sown saplings.  They have to be cleared away, or they will destroy the clothes line platform as they get bigger.  Plus, of course, they’re close to the house, and the roots would cause problems, too.

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First section clear!  Yay!

I’ll come back later to cut away the remaining bits of saplings and do other clean up.

Here is how things looked from the inside of the garden, as I started.

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This is the south side section.

Note the wooden post, at an angle, supporting the metal post.

That comes up, later.

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This is what the middle looked like.  All that greenery on the bottom is invasive plants.

It was now time to work on the side section of the fence, which started at the corner of the clothes line platform.

But first, I needed to be able to get to it.

I’d talked to my mother about the trees in the re-purposed tire planters, and the bush that was in the way of hanging anything from the planter.  She was good with me getting rid of the planters, and the saplings in them were self-sown.  While she didn’t say it outright, it was clear she wanted to bush under the clothes line to remain, but she was okay with it being pruned.

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The saplings in the planter had shallow enough root systems, that I could pull them up fairly easily, except for one in each planter.  The toughest one had to be sawed at the tap root.

Then I pruned the bush under the clothes line.

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Very stabby little branches!

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I will have to work on it again, later, to get rid of the dead branches and stuff, but for now, I just needed to get it cut back enough to clear the rail, and access the fence post at the corner.

After starting on removing the fence from the post, I quickly realized I needed to get the planter next to it out completely.  It was in the way.  So, I dumped out the soil and discovered…

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There was still a rim attached!

How utterly strange!

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A couple of longer roots that had been giving me trouble could now be seen.  One, I had been able to break.  The other, the one to the right, had to be sawed.

Something else to go back to and clean up, so no one will trip over them.  Plus, once it’s all cleared and cleaned, we will be mowing there.

I finally was able to reach the post and start removing this section of fencing which was, for the most part, nailed in place with U nails.

Lots of U nails.

At the very bottom of that first post, however, there was one nail sticking out.  I tried several times to pull it out with the claw of my hammer, and it wouldn’t budge.

I did, however, knock off some dirt and rust, which is when I could see it was no nail at all!

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Yeah.  No wonder I wasn’t able to get it out with my hammer!

I am really appreciating the tool set my older brother and his wife gave us for Christmas.  I went into it quite a lot, today!

I got the fencing off up to the corner, where I found this.

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It turns out that the section I had been working on ended at this post.  It was held in place with twisted wire, which went through holes in the metal post.  The fencing on the end section was folded around the post, then pieces were bent back to form hooks that held onto the continuing fence.

And that supporting wooden fence post at the top?

It was held in place with a large nail, through a hole at the top of the metal post, which was then hammered to a right angle to hold it in place.

In the end, it was easier for me to pick up the wooden post and hammer away at it, near the nail, then to try and pull the nail out from the other side.

Which actually served to straighten out the nail.

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About half of the length of that nail was in the wooden post, while the other half or so was bent down on the other side of the metal.

Then I had to use pliers to untwist the wires that held the first section of fencing in place.  The wire was so old and rusting, several pieces broke off.

By this point, I’d found a bucket to take along with me, to put in the assorted nails, screws and bits of metal that I managed to keep out of the grass.

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Side fence, gone!

The next section was a different challenge.  After removing the twisted wire that held the fencing to the posts, I then had to cut away the rose bushes that had come up on the outside of the fence, more stems that had woven themselves through the gaps of the fencing, and cut away the vines at the base of the fence.

Then I just left the fence there, and took a break!  There was just the north side section to do, with two more fence posts and more roses to trim out of the fencing.

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My mother tells me this is a white rose bush.  I cut away just what I absolutely had to, to get the fence loose.  I noticed some dead stems and branches that will need to be cleared away, so it’s another thing to go back to, later.

Much to my surprise, the rest of this fence was held up by what looked like a broken broom handle, shoved into the ground, a length of pipe stuck into the ground, and at the corner of the house, it was tied to the fence post with twine.  The other fence post in the middle?  Nothing.  It wasn’t attached to it at all!

Once that was done, we only needed to roll up the fencing (still full of plant matter in some areas) and haul it away.  We’ve selected a spot to leave all the detritus we find, so when we hire someone to haul the junk away, it’ll mostly be in one place.

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Here is what the south corner looked like, after…

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And the centre.

Later today, when it is cooler, I will go back and do some more clean up, and see if I can take out the fence posts.

The next major step is to first lay down a layer of cardboard (after our move, we’ve got lots of that!) and wet it down, then start to layer the leaves the girls have been piling up for me, as well as the straw that was over the septic tank like, and the straw that’s in front of the dog houses the outside cats have been using all winter.

Throughout the summer, we will continue to layer grass clipping and other yard waste, and the kitchen trimmings that would normally go onto the compost pile.  I plan to use what’s currently the compost pile as well.

By the end of fall, I hope to have some pretty solid layers on there, and by next year, it should be well-built-up soil.

At least, that’s the plan!

The Re-Farmer

 

Sun Room Cats

This evening, I decided to spend a bit of time in the sun room, leaving the door open to see if any cats came to join me.

They did, of course.

Including this strange cat…

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My first thought was that it was The Hand, whom I rarely see and stays away, but quickly realized the patterning was all wrong.  Yet, I still felt I should know this cat.

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Then a (suddenly skinny) Butterscotch came by, and clearly they were familiar with each other.

As the cat slunk into the doorway, I realized…

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The strange patterning was dirt.  It was Squishum!

The cats LOVE rolling in the dirt, but this is the first time one got dirty enough that I no longer recognized it. :-D

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Squishum and Butterscotch hardly came into the door, but Butterscotch was more adventurous, coming all the way in and exploring behind the stuff that still needs to be taken to the storage shed.

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Nasty Crime Boy also explored the room, including spending time in one of his favourite places; my dad’s old walker.

When my mom came out yesterday, she borrowed the walker to get around the yard.  At one point, I looked over to see the walker sitting outside the sun room, while my mom was inside, and it was covered in cats.  Two on the seat, and one in the basket! :-D

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Trüllbus the Crime Eater is looking like he’s shouting “Ah!  Something under the door has got me!”

Though it was evening, the sun room was very hot.  Once we get it cleared out and set up the way we want, I can picture spending some late evenings in there, enjoying the residual warmth, long after the sun goes down.

I can also foresee using the room as a greenhouse to start seeds in late winter, for transplanting in the spring.

We won’t work on it until the yard is cleaned up enough that it can be mowed.  The grass is starting to get to that point!

While in the sun room, I plugged in the weed whacker I found in there and tested it out.  It doesn’t work. :-(  There’s another one in the garage, but my older brother pointed out to me where it was broken, so it’s not usable, either.

I guess we’re going to buy our own, after all. :-/

The Re-Farmer

What is it? Guessing Game Answer

Here is the answer to yesterday’s guessing game…

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It is a square bale lifter.

If you look at the bottom of the picture, you can see a piece of metal with a hole in it.  That piece rotates, and was used to attach the lifter to the side of the hay rack.  The ladder beside one of the tires could be used to get onto the rack (instead of just clambering up, like usual).

As the tractor pulled the hay rack along the row of square bales in the field, the “arms” in front would line up the bales with the opening.  The long metal panel kept the bales in position as they were lifted up.  Once at the top, the two curved pieces tipped the bale onto the platform, where it could be grabbed by whomever was riding the rack and stacking the bales.

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The chain was kept turning by the gear on the axle, and the alternating teeth on the chain are what grabbed onto the bales and carried them to the top.

As my older brothers grew up and started leaving the farm, I was finally allowed to help with the field work – which I much preferred to the housework; being female, that was the only work my mother believed I was good for, though even she ended up having to help with the hay as my brothers moved on.  Of course, when we were still using binders to make stooks, then threshing them, all 7 of us were needed to do the work, regardless of gender.

For the first year I was allowed to do it on my own, it was my youngest brother (who passed away 10 years ago) that drove the tractor while I rode the rack and stacked the bales.  The previous year, he and I worked together while my dad drove the tractor. My brother had worked out an interlocking stacking pattern to fit the dimensions of the hay rack that allowed us to load a remarkable number of bales on that thing!  As the rack was pulled along, I would grab the bales as they landed on the platform of the bale lifter and stack them, beginning at the front of the rack for a few layers, then working my way along the opposite side, and finally the end.  As I stacked, I would leave layers “stepped”, so that I could build the layers higher as we went along, leaving the space around the lifter open for as long as I could get away with, before starting to lay the bales under my feet.

Once the rack was full, we would leave the lifter in the field, then take the load to the barn.  We started by filling the hay loft, which meant my brother would put a few bales on the front end loader, lift them up to the hay loft doors, where my mother and I would be waiting.  Using hooks made out of metal bars bent at a right angle at one end, and bent into a circle at the other for a handle, my mother and I would pull the bales off the front in loader.  Usually, one of us would quickly unload it, while the other dragged the bales away to the far end of the hay loft for stacking.  It was dangerous, as the front end loader could only go so far forward before hitting the barn walls, leaving an inevitable gap we had to reach over to get the bales stacked further away.  The loader was one my brother had built himself, out of metal pipes to form “teeth”, and creating a flat base to stack the bales on.  Because it was just pipes, any loose hay or straw would just fall through rather than accumulate.  Load after load, my brother would fill it from the hay rack, then get back into the tractor and raise the loader to us in the hay loft doorway to unload.

In his efforts to bring the load as close to us as possible, my brother kept hitting the barn on either side of the door with the outer parts of the loader.  One time, he hit it so hard, it actually created a hole.  Angry, my brother declared it was time for a break, and asked my mother and I go and make some tea.  He would follow shortly after.

My mother and I were in the house, getting the kettle going and putting together something to eat with it, when we heard a noise start up.  My mother looked out the kitchen window and suddenly bellowed in shock and anger, then went running out of the house.

My brother had taken a chain saw to the doorway to the hay loft.

There were words exchanged between them, but what was done was done.  My brother had cut out about a foot and a half of the wall, on each side of the doorway, removing the pair of doors that closed up the hay loft in the process.

As angry as my mother was, there was no doubt, what he did made the job much easier.  He was able to bring the loader right into the hay loft, and my mother and I no longer had to endanger ourselves to take any bales off.  Things went much faster and smoother!

Then, when we were done for the day, he found some plywood and built two new doors for the opening.

When my brother left the farm, it was just my dad and I left to throw bales.  He would drive the tractor, pulling the hay rack, and I would stack the bales from the lifter and stack them in the pattern my brother taught me.  Then it was off to the barn for unloading.  By then, my dad had acquired another lifter, using the same principle as the bale lifter on the hay rack.  My dad would drop bales down to the bottom of the lifter at ground level, and a toothed chain would carry them up to the hayloft, where I would take them and stack them.

One time, as my dad and I were picking up a load from the field, we decided to see just how much we could fill the rack.  Typically, I would build up 3 flat layers, then the next couple of layers would taper to a sort of pyramid shape before we would take the load to the barn.  This time, I just kept building up flat layers.

I reached five, before I started to taper.  It was so high that, instead of reaching up to the bale lifter’s platform to grab a bale, I was starting to reach down.  Driving on the uneven field, as I got higher and higher, the tipping and dipping of the rack became more pronounced, until it was more of a swaying and swinging at the top.  So much so, that I started to feel sea sick!  I finally called my dad to stop, so we could unhook the bale lifter and take in the load, because I was ready to throw up!  For the first and only time, ever, I road back on the tractor with my dad, rather than at the top of the load of bales.  The rack itself could have handled more bales.  My stomach, on the other hand, couldn’t!

We calculated it out, and each load averaged about 300 + bales, though that big one was probably in the 500 range.  The bales themselves weighed probably about 60 pounds each, on average.  The baler itself could be set from 55-75 pounds, if I remember correctly, but the switch wasn’t working, so sometimes the bales would get heavier and heavier, while other times, they would get looser and looser.  A few times, the bales had become so loose, they would fall apart as I took them down from the lifter.  Only once did I have to have issues because a bale was too heavy.  I preferred them heavier, because they stacked better, and were safer to walk on as the layers got higher.  Between the tipping and dipping of the ride, and the bales themselves, there was a very real danger of slipping between bales and breaking a leg.  I did slip, many times, but thankfully, never injured myself.

I loved every minute of it.  In all my years growing up on the farm, there was nothing I enjoyed more than those hours spent with my brother, and then my dad, throwing bales.

Seeing that old bale lifter brings back so many good memories, and feelings of happiness and contentment.

The Re-Farmer

What is it? A Guessing Game

Today, we went around the vehicle graveyard with a scrap dealer that my mom called, to check out what is here that might be hauled away.  Among the old farm equipment was this.  Can you guess what it is, or what it does.

Here is the front of the device.

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And here is a look at the other side.

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I have fond memories of using this thing!

The Re-Farmer

We… don’t have rain. :-(

So much for weather forecasts.

For all the lower temperatures and overcast skies, and forecasts of 80% chance for rain, there has been none today.  Going into town with another errand, my daughter and I played a bit of Pokemon Go.  In the game, which is linked to local weather in some way, showed pouring rain on our maps.  In the real world, there wasn’t a drop.

Once home again, I did a quick check around the yard and garden area.  After talking to my mother yesterday, I learned that the trees in the flower garden are not cherry trees, after all, but ornamental apple trees.  The cherry trees, she tells me, are in the spruce grove, behind where the wood pile used to be.  No sign of blossoms there, yet.  I am not sure why edible cherries would be planted among spruce trees, while ornamental (I assume that means they don’t produce anything edible) apples are planted next to the house.

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The apple trees in the flower garden are leafing and budding up nicely, too.  The row of apples (all varieties of crab apples, as I recall) are barely in leaf.

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Planted on the north side of the spruce grove, they wouldn’t have anywhere near as much sun as the ones in the flower garden, which is the most likely reason why they are so much slower to revive for the season.

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On the far side of the garden, along the fence line, the lilac border is showing flower buds already on some bushes.  I was looking for a sign of the chokecherry tree that used to be there.  The lilac border runs the entire length of the fence line now, but when I was a child, it was only about half the distance, and the chokecherry tree was at the end of the row, about the middle of the length of the garden at the time.  I may have found it, but can’t be sure, as it’s behind lilac bushes.  The tree I saw that might be it also seems to be dead; likely the chokecherry tree was choked out by the lilacs. :-(  I will see if I can confirm that with my mother one of these days.

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This is part of a row of what appears to be raspberry canes, though it’s hard to identify them among the scrub and without any leaf buds to be seen.  On one side, it’s almost right up against a row of spruces.  On the other, I can see that it was plowed within inches of the stems.  They would be getting light only in the early hours of the morning, now that the sun is rising so much farther to the north than it did in the winter.  By about 9 or 10 am, they would be in shade until sunrise.  We’ll see what raspberries we get this year, if any.  Most varieties of raspberries have canes that produce in the second year, before dying back.  At that point, the spent canes should be cut away, but that is something my parents never did, as far as I can recall; they just let them be until it was decided to transplant them.  I remember when they were planted on the far side of the garden, beyond where a row of trees is now planted.  At the height of raspberry season, we could pick several ice cream pails’ worth of berries in the morning, then come back by evening and have more ripened berries to pick.  On our list of things we eventually want to plant are three different varieties of raspberries, each with a different harvesting period, so we could have raspberries from July through September.

Whenever that happens, we will be sure to plant them somewhere that actually gets full sun.

The Re-Farmer

We got rain!

A chilly day today – enough that we actually turned the furnace back up again – but that’s okay.  We got rain!

Not much, mind you, and I never actually saw it rain, but things are damp out there, which is so good to see.  Tomorrow, we’re supposed to get more.  I certainly hope we do!  As nice as what we got today was, it’s no where near enough, though we are still supposed to get more now and again, throughout the night.

We saw a new bird this morning.  I just barely got a few photos before it took off.

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An American Goldfinch.  I’ve seen them at my sister’s bird feeder, and was hoping they would show up in our area, too.  Just the one, so far, but at least I know we can expect to see more of them.

Though we did get rain today, there is still a burn ban, and we haven’t done a burn in ages, so our trip to the dump today included stuff that would normally go into the burn barrel.  We also got another load of paint out of the garage.  One more trip should clear out the last of what’s there right now.

After going to the dump, my daughter and I went into town for an errand, taking advantage of the trip to play some Pokemon Go.  Which meant our regular stop at a Pokegym at the beach.  The lake was so choppy in the wind, I had to go and get pictures.

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The town has finished grooming the beach.  It all looks like a giant Zen garden right now. :-D

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Definitely not boating conditions!  The water is still very cold, and the wind off of the lake was pretty chill.  Neither of us had jackets, so we didn’t stay long!

With the chill and the damp, this evening sounds like a good time to sit with a hot cup of tea and catch up on some crochet. :-D

The Re-Farmer