Thursday, 13 June 2013

Early Days...

First there was Willy.  He came the first July Heather had the farm. He was about 6 months old and the cutest thing.  Lincoln came in November.  My job was to open the big doors, open the stall doors and stand back.  There was only one paddock then, easy peasy.  I came with my coffee and in my pyjamas.

The next two stalls were built over the winter and were filled April 30 ... Heather went back to work May 1st!  Vern and I were left to the first turn out with two mares, one big studdy gelding and one little pony stallion, with a big attitude!  There were two paddocks at this time.


The two mares took off into the paddock and galloped at full speed for an hour and a half.  One of the girls was a draft cross and young.  It sounded like thunder as they galloped across the field. The whole thing freaked Vern and me out.  We have no idea why they did it, it has never happened since but I am prepared for it when a new horse comes.  It is my standard at which I expect all new introductions to be.

Finally,  they settled down. I don't know if we put hay out or not. It's my go to fix these days.  Anyway, we decided it was now time to let the boys out.  At first, lots of smelling and kissing over the fence.  Awww, ain't that cute.   I stood back, way back, but Vern was right in there with his camera phone getting close up kissy face shots.  







That's about the time the kissing stopped and squealling and biting and climbing the gate started.

Some of the squealling was now coming out of Vern.  Being in the thick of it got him kicked in the knee by Willy.  I tried real hard not to wear my "I told you" face but hey, if you can't figure out worst case scenio ...

Willy became more and more of an issue as he got older.  Thank goodness he is only 5 feet tall.  I think he deserves his own story told, but back to the girls...
The girls settled, down, everybody settled down, enough that we could leave them, uneasily.  An electric wire was quickly installed to keep the little rutter inside his pen.  A new board added to the fence after it was kicked down. And equally as quick, Vern and Ed built a new paddock.  

To be continued...

Tuesday, 11 June 2013

Names changed to protect the innocent

I got a call the other day, "Karen ... the mares broke the gate and they are loose."
OH SHIT my first thought ... a little more information and I find out they are out of their paddock but in the sand ring... WHEW!
"Give them some hay and be I'll there as soon as I can" is my advice.  Phone rings again.  "It's alright, they are back in their paddock, but the springy gate thing is broken."
"That's okay" I say, "get some electric fence ribbon and tie it across the opening."

I've been the one making that call before.  One morning, I routinely opened all the stall doors.  I wandered over to the barn door to watch the horses file into their paddock.  What I saw instead was the butt end of the last one trot out the open gate and leave. I had forgotten to check the gates before I let them out!  Wow, what a heart pounding next half hour.  Those horses went right over the rock and around the far side of the house.  Thank goodness, Sarah came immediately and left her car across the driveway to prevent them from getting on to the road.  Heather's neighbour appeared and started rounding them up.  I can now look back and realize that once they found grass they were going to stop and catching them was going to be easy.  In fact, once I threw a rope around the neck of one, three more followed.

This week, when I got to the barn, my friend was still fairly shook up but the horses were all quietly eating grass in the paddock, just like nothing had happened. I commiserated with her, they're  just so big and fast... Yes, she said, they're just so big and fast. She called Heather to see if she could get another springy electric gate thingy.  " I got them hay, just like your mother said," " I got them back in their paddock, just like your mother said," " I got the electric ribbon tied across, just like your mother said." hmmm feelin pretty good bout myself. Almost sounds like I know what I'm doing, hahaha. (don't speak to soon, smartass!)




Sunday, 9 June 2013

Working with Heather

My oldest daughter ... works hard, plays hard and relaxes hard.

 I am always learning new things when I am  working in the barn with Heather.  I ask a million questions.  Why do this?  Why this way?  How come?  I am sure that I am annoying ... I need to be told sometimes. Please do but be kind, haha.

I am her sounding board and at the same time, she's mine. I learn things during these rants, like,  the bales of hay are to be used from one end to the other, not from the top down! The shavings pile should be used from the outside in, not the middle out! The shavings in the stalls must be raked flat!

Heather went to college for three years to reinforce things she already knew and learn a few new things.  She learned how to drink beer from a funnel... How proud am I? Anyway, she is the expert but Vern and I now have a few ideas of our own.  A little knowledge is a dangerous thing.

Heather went away recently and I swear the minute she was out of the driveway, Vern opened the new paddock up to the geldings.  Heather's plan was to wait until more hay had been eaten, then turn out the mares in that field.  By the time she returned, we had dug and played and slightly disrupted things. She as a thin thread on us!

It's hard trying not to express my opinion about everything.  It's her house, her kitchen, her barn, her life.  I often need to remind myself that nobody interferred with my way when I was her age.  She is grown up, beautiful, extremely competent and yes, I am very proud!





Friday, 7 June 2013

Reluctant Horsewoman aka Resolute Gardener

Young Jennifer and our small garden
Young daughter, Jennifer, would be a "back to the lander" if an opportunity came.  So when the farm came into our lives, Jennifer got excited about reviving the old farm garden.

We had a garden here at our house when the kids were little so they would get idea where their food came from,  get dirty and connect to their grandparents on both sides, all big gardeners. That garden was small and kinda shady.  The kids grew and their various competitions kept us all busy. The gardening lasped and it was all sodded over.

Heather and Vern harvesting potatoes
Jennifer's excitement over another garden was infectious.  Vern and Heather were cleaning out the barn, Jenn loaded up the tractor and hauled all the old cow manure to the garden.  It was then plowed, disked and harrowed, all with farm equipment. Our planting method near the end was less enthustasic.  Jenn and I dropped potatoes in the plow furrows and kicked dirt over them. It worked fine and its the planting method I intend to use this year !

One of our big sucesses that year was zucchini!  I had them lined up on the counter.  As all Zucchini farmers know, they go from small to humousgous, the size of seal pups, over night.  My friends were becoming wary of me.  I shoved them in mail boxes on my way home.  I heard of a clever idea of tossing them in open car windows.  I had almost reached that point.  My family was also becoming wary of supper.  Anything could have been made with zucchini... and it was.  I found a few great recipes though ... chocolate zucchini cake is amazing.

As our enthusiasm grew, so did the garden. The following year, we plowed up a bigger patch.   Jenn left for Alberta.  Weeds grew faster than my seeds.  This year, with Vern's help, we have put down a 3 foot barrier all around the garden to keep the hay field from incroching and to cut down the size a bit.  I want to try watermelon and cantaloupe this year and I find I need the space anyway. I found a market that will buy my organic veggies, so my friends and neighbours are safe from stealth vegetable drops. Now to get a better handle on the weeds...

Wednesday, 22 May 2013

Mossi Scale 1 to 5

The Mossi scale 

0 - being the days when there is a good blanket of snow and no bugs in sight … and maybe April when the little blighters haven't been hatched yet

1 - There are days, here in the woods when there are only a few skeeters… like in a driving rain.  A one on the scale denotes when the mosquito level is tolerable. A few swats and brushes and you can still sit and drink a beer outside.

2 - Nice day, sun is shining, warm, light breeze, probably if you stayed in the sunshine, you'd be okay

3 - A beautiful summer day and you have to keep moving or black flies, skeeters, deer flies or horse flies will make you uncomfortable. Probably a jumpy night by the fire.  Many new little friends in the bedroom, making sleep difficult ....neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
A good day for repellent, a must for evening.

4 - Dancing Days... Doing the Muskoka Wave.  The days where you are constantly waving your arms, jumping up and down, swattin yerself.  Heavy layer of repellent, enough to damage your future kids, bug hats or the whole dam bug suit, or just forget it and hole yerself up inside and look out,  just like winter.

5 -  Days when black flies, mosquitoes, deer flies AND horse flies are all out together. It happens ,,, get outside, get your shit done!  Get back inside! Keep your mouth closed, long sleeves, socks, lots of bug spray.

Tuesday, 21 May 2013

Here it is … The Mossi Scale


The Mossi Scale, kinda like the Richter Scale, will rate the degree of horrendousness of the day's bugs.

First of all, we must list the bugs:            

Black flies  This is for Heather and Jenn 
the black flies, the little black flies,
Always the black fly no matter where you go;
I'll die with the black fly a-pickin' my bones,
In North Ontar-i-o-i-o, in North Ontar-i-o.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qjLBXb1kgMo

Most black flies gain nourishment by feeding on the blood of mammals, including humans, although the males feed mainly on nectar. Eggs are laid in running water, and the larvae attach themselves to rocks.They will pupate under water and then emerge in a bubble of air as flying adults. Mature adults can disperse tens or hundreds of kilometres from their breeding grounds in fresh flowing water, under their own power and assisted by prevailing winds. Swarming behaviour can make outdoor activities unpleasant or intolerable, even non-biting clouds of black flies, whether composed of males or of species that do not feed on humans or do not require a blood meal before egg laying, can form a nuisance by swarming into orifices. (gak I have eaten a few!) They  tend to zero in on areas of thinner skin, such as the nape of the neck or ears and ankles.

Generally, the black flies start to be aggressive around mid to late may and then die back by mid June or so. However, the skeeters tend to pick up in late may and are pretty numerous through June… Soooo that brings us to 

Skeeters The word mosquito (formed by mosca and diminutive, ito) is from the Spanish  for "little fly" Over 3,500 species of mosquitoes have been described from various parts of the world. Adult mosquitoes usually mate within a few days after emerging from the pupal stage. In most species, the males form large swarms, usually around dusk, and the females fly into the swarms to mate.

Males typically live for about a week, feeding on nectar and other sources of sugar. After obtaining a full blood meal, the female will rest for a few days while the blood is digested and eggs are developed. This process depends on the temperature, but usually takes two to three days. Once the eggs are fully developed, the female lays them and resumes host-seeking.

Mosquitoes are abundant, beginning in mid to late May and last longer than blackflies (usually into July). 







Then we are confronted with Deer flies ... they should be out pretty soon.
Trying to kill them has a low success rate, at least for me. Wearing a hat works for a while, until they decide that hitching a ride on it will not get them fed. That's when they dive down on your back and bite you through the shirt or start making loud, high speed circling runs before landing on the back of your neck.
Deer flies are a genus that belongs to the family commonly called horse-flies, betcha didn't know that. While female deer flies feed on blood, males instead collect pollen (awww ain't that sweet?)
When feeding, females use knife-like mandibles  to make a cross-shaped incision and then lap up the blood. Their bite can be extremely painful, no kidding!  Pain and itch are the most common symptoms (knew that!) 
Deer flies seem to be attracted to moving objects and dark shapes. They attack humans especially around the face and neck areas, four to five deer flies attack at one time (HOLY CRAP).




And that brings us to this frigger



They feed on the blood of cattle, horses, mules, hogs, dogs, deer, other warmblooded animals, and humans. These horse flies cut through the skin with their knife-like mouthparts and suck the blood for several minutes. When they fly away, a drop or two of blood usually exudes from the wound, permitting secondary feeding sites for other nuisance insects. 

Horse flies are considerably larger than deer flies, heavy bodied, with huge heads (large eyes in males) and from 3/4 inch to over an inch long and often have brilliant green eyes. The eyes are sometimes crossed with reddish-gold bands (last year was the first time I'd seen these green eyed monsters).


No satisfactory methods have been developed for control of horse and deer flies. It's impractical in most regions to eliminate the breeding areas, draining marshes and wet meadows where flies develop.  Fortunately, the season for deer flies is rather short, usually four to five weeks in June or July, and three to four weeks in August for horse flies. If the problem lasts six to eight weeks, there may be several species present or that species lasts longer than most. Humans are better able to protect themselves than wild or domestic animals by swatting flies away and by using repellent.


The greatest deer and horse fly activity occurs on warm, sunny days when there is little or no wind. A slight drop in temperature or a sudden breeze reduces biting attacks. 

Not all words here are mine, as a matter of fact, only a few are (the ones in italics, lol) To be continued...

Wednesday, 1 May 2013

ahhhh Spring ...

what can ya say?  Everybody's got a new mud coat.  There must be something totally delightful about getting right down in the mud and rubbing, and I mean hard... that only horses and three year olds know about.

Barley.  His owner could see his mud coat from the road as she drove in.

The birds are back. The red wing black birds along the creek are perched on last years rushes, telling each other tales of their winter.  The killdears are telling us to move out of the barn yard now now now! Flocks of geese are nibbling up good things in the hay fields.  Startled horses staring at the birds, startled geese staring back.  Soon we will be watching for the nestings.  Geese and turkeys will begin their territorial warfare across the hay field to see who wins the right to stand on the rock.  One day two geese, four turks...next day 10 turks, 40 geese.

Still waiting for the return of the barnswallows.


"The Committee on the Status of Species at Risk in Ontario (COSSARO) has added the Barn Swallow to the list of Threatened species to be regulated under the Endangered Species Act, 2007 (ESA)." http://www.savanta.ca/index.php/blog/comments/Barn_Swallow_Listed_Threatened_Ontario



Hopefully the sandhill cranes will come back. We had a bit of a todo with them last year.  One got hurt and was very reluctant to let Jenn help.  Very reluclant, Dangerously reluctant.







Jon, feeling all handsome in his mud coat
Jacey, his paddock mate, clean and pretty…
 I wonder if she is impressed with Pig Pen there.
Maybe he did it for Penny?