Friday, March 19, 2010

100 years and counting....

Wow!!! Monday March 15 2010 was the 100th birthday of Elizabeth Priscilla Brandson (nee Layng), Larry's mother, and my mother-in-law. It's hard to imagine, and the more I say 'one hundred years', the harder it is to believe.
The family gathered on Sunday, the day before, for a celebration. Four generations of family, and a few friends, came to visit and have some birthday cake.

'Bessie', as she was fondly known, as a baby. She was born in the rural municipality of North Cypress, in south central Manitoba, March 15 1910


With her four sons, 1951

Peace Portal Lodge 2010, White Rock.
(Well technically on the Surrey side of 16th Ave, but since she had lived in White Rock for the previous 46 years, that's how we'll leave it)

Best wishes were received from the Queen
the Prime Minister and Governor General


 the Premier and Lieutenant Governor
 as well as from other 'important' politicians


She had a moment of fame on Global TV on Wayne Cox's weather report
Happy Birthday Elizabeth!!


Tuesday, March 16, 2010

What we do some weekends when we aren't at a market.

Not too long now before the weekly farmers market season starts up.  In the meantime we are enjoying having our weekends free to do other things, and one of the fun things we do is compete in dog agility.
I first started about 16 years ago when I took a set of lessons with our black lab Echo.  I joined Matsqui Flyball and Agility Club , but for various reasons only stayed with it for 6 months or so.   Seven years ago after taking a couple of sets of lessons with Calli, I joined again, and have stuck with it ever since.  Calli started out well, but over time, agility seemed to be not her 'thing' any more.  Shortly after we lost Echo to cancer at age 12, we adopted Jake, and he has become a great agility dog. 
At the end of 2008 we adopted Luna from Pacific Northwest Border Collie Rescue,(wow, when you click on this link, it takes you immediately to another Luna that needs adopting, now how coincidental is that! That of course will change as time goes on). Larry was dragged into the world of dog agility, and I think he likes it:), well most of the time anyway.  This year he has begun competing as well.  He and Luna are in the Starters level, where all dogs begin.  Dogs are grouped acording to age and height, as well as titles earned.  Jake is competing in the top (Masters) level.   Starters level is more lenient with the time allowed for a run, and what constitutes a 'fault'.  Last Saturday we were at a trial in Cloverdale, and here are some runs.  Jake had a great day, having 4 out of 5 runs as clean or qualifying.  Luna had one qualifying run, seen here below.  In Starters they are allowed to 'mess' up at the weave poles, just as long as they weave correctly through all the poles before moving to the next obstacle.  They always have to start the weave poles by entering with the first pole on their left.

Jake's steeplechase run

Jake's Standard run

Luna's Starters Standard run

Hopefully our videoing skills will improve with practice:)

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Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Why did the chicken cross the road?

To lay an egg of course!!  Despite providing lots of laying boxes for the hens, probably some of the same ones that like to wander around on the other side of the fence also like to lay their eggs in a spot of their own choosing.  Well you have to admit, the laying boxes are rather utilitarian looking, and there is NO privacy, but it is darker in the coop than the picture indicates. For a while I did have a 'curtain' hung over the front of a few boxes, to see if some hens preferred the privacy suites, but it didn't seem to make much difference.  As you can see, some boxes get more use than others, and I have seen as many as four hens all trying to squish into their favourite box at the same time.  No wonder some eggs get broken.  Of course if they were living in the wild, the hens would find a secluded place to lay their eggs; a spot that was hidden away from predators.

We have actually had two hens that literally did cross the road to find a spot to lay their eggs.  We have two chicken coops, and each has their own field attached to it.  One is on the south side of the property, and one on the north.  A hen from the south side would run down the field and around the vegetable garden.  She would hop halfway up the fence and find a spot big enough to force through.  Down the driveway to the road, looking both ways before crossing:), and then across the road and into a patch of undergrowth in our neighbours field.  Another hen from the north field would run down her field, get through the fence, run up the neighbours field, down into the ditch, across the road, and into some almost inpenetrable underbrush there.  Thankfully after a few days of me picking the eggs up each day, they gave up.  We did have one that laid an egg almost every day under one of the junipers along the driveway, and we had to remember to pick that egg up each day fairly quickly or the crows would get it.  Those crows are very smart birds and they seem to learn very quickly where the hens were laying, and if it is easily accessible, they steal the eggs.  If we suspect the hens might be laying in a spot we don't know about, one day we don't get let then out of the coop until mid morning.  By that time they are pretty desperate to get to their own private maternity ward, so I just tag along behind and follow them to their hiding spot.  If there are eggs accumulated there already I remove them and they are not sold.


                                             A nest in the blackberries                             

 and this hen is under the rhubarb

                                                     Along the fence line

In a plant pot at the front of the house.  There was certainly nothing private about this spot.  I think the two hens laying here were a little unclear on the concept!

In the garage on the work bench.  We used to have catfood in the red dish, which a few chickens found and would help themselves to when the garage door was open.  We finally had to move the cat food to the house to discourage the hens from coming in there.  This hen laid an egg there for quite a while.  Thankfully now that we have Luna, we don't have as much trouble with the hens out in the back yard, as they don't enjoy being herded by her.

In one of the old dog houses that weren't being used any more.

These last two pictures are the two other places (besides the coops) that we are collecting eggs right now.
In a shed on a pile of feed bags, four hens are laying here

In an empty stall that now has some hay and 'junk' stored in it.  Actually right now we are getting three or four eggs a day from the left side of that blue rolled tarp.  Oh yes, as well as the crows, the dogs will eat the eggs also if they get a chance.  Luna is 'herding' this hen, but she has eaten the eggs from here if we forget to keep the gate closed. 

Sometimes we come across a nest of eggs. Last week I discovered 14 eggs in an partially open drawer in an old workbench. Just to reassure you egg buyers, when we find a nest like that, you do not get those eggs:) We don't know how long they have been there, so they are used by us or the dogs get them as part of their meal.   Actually, if the eggs are rotten, the shells have a different look and feel and they sound different as the hit each other.  Not something that you want to have break in your hand though, as rotten eggs live up to their 'rotten' reputation.  Gross:( 

It would make it much less work if we didn't have to wander round to as many as six extra spots (as well as the two coops) to collect eggs, but I love that the hens have retained some natural instincts after many generations of crossbreeding and domestication.

Update - March 19.  After I removed the 14 eggs from the drawer, there was an egg or two in the next couple of days, and then nothing.  Now there are two hens laying in there again.


Why we have a drawer containing an old dirty facemask, the end of a hockey stick, a short piece of black water pipe, and a couple of metal parts of a trailer hitch, well ....you just never know when you might need them:)



 

Friday, March 5, 2010

The grass is always greener

The thought of having free range chickens is a lovely one, but in real life it doesn't always work out the way you would like it.  Just like in the rest of the animal world (humans included), the grass always seems to be greener on the other side of the fence.  Despite having a field a half acre or so in size, there are always some chickens that eventually figure out how to get out of it.  Once they have got out and decided that yes, it is more interesting on the other side, there is no stopping them.  So, since most of the vegetable garden is right next to the chicken field, whenever we plant something, it has to be protected until the plants are up and a decent size.  One  chicken, nevermind three or four, that start scratching in the soil, can do an incredible amount of damage.  More than once I have had newly sprouted seeds all scratched out.


The other day I planted some arugula and salad greens in a spot where the rubarb used to be.  The rhubarb had never really done that well there.  Despite being where the old compost pile used to be, I think there was too much competion from the roots of a maple tree nearby, and that same tree shades the spot when the sun gets higher.  The rhubarb got dug out this spring and put in a better location, and I wanted to see if some greens would do alright there.  I found something to cover the patch, but sure enough the next day the rooster and a couple of hens were right there next to it, scratching where they could. (The hens in the background are on the side of the fence that I prefer)

 

On the south side of the greenhouse I planted some peas, beets, and chard.  I laid netting over the chard and beets, and there are long poles laid where the peas are planted.




About a month ago I planted some broad beans.  I had almost given up hope on them germinating, and so was really thrilled to see some little green shoots coming up a couple of days ago.


They are in a small plot at the top of the driveway, which has a low fence around it, and the boards were on either side of the row. 



I'm excited about getting veggies started early, and am just hoping those chickens don't figure out a way to make a mess of it.


Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Spuds

22 years ago today, this little nugget was born. Well little he wasn't, weighing 8 ounces less than a 10 lb bag of spuds. He was born in the evening, and earlier in the afternoon, while I was planting potatoes, I went into labour.





Ever since then, my goal has always been to have potatoes planted by March 3. Most years it doesn't happen. The weather doesn't cooperate, the seed potatoes aren't available yet in the stores, it just wasn't convenient, whatever.
This year everything fell into place.  Stopped by Otter Coop on the way home from White Rock, and they had potatoes!
We already had the ground ready. We had wheeled barrows of rotted horse manure and shavings onto the garden, rototilled it in, and it was just waiting for those potatoes.


I usually plant Warba potatoes, they are one of the earliest varieties.  If the weather cooperates, they should be ready sometime in May.


The potatoes are cut, leaving at least two, and preferably three eyes on each piece.  The eyes are where the shoots on the potatoes sprout from.   I have read various things about the fresh cuts on the potatoes, ranging from planting them right away while the cut is fresh, so allowing them to dry and the cut to heal somewhat.  I just do whatever works best for me that particular time.


Most of the eyes are clustered at the opposite side from where the potato was attached to the parent plant.  There are a few other eyes around the middle. 


I used to make the holes with a 'dibbler', which was usually a broken spade handle, pointed at one end.  It was pushed into the ground and then rotated around, with made a kind of cone shaped hole.  Quite often though the potatoes were bigger than the hole, so didn't go all the way to the bottom.  Now I have started using a bulb planter.  It is a tubular metal tool that is slightly wider at the top than the bottom.  When it is pushed into the soil, and then lifted out, the plug of soil comes with it.   The handles are squeezed together, the metal tube opens slightly, and the soil plug can be banged out.


I made the holes, and Larry put the potatoes in.  Back acheing no matter which job you did. 


A few chickens that know how to get into the garden were industriously scratching.


Larry was supervised while he raked the soil into hills.


No doubt those hills will need reraking many times once the chickens get scratching there.  Honestly, sometimes they are just a pain in the butt:(

The potatoes actually got planted a day early, on March 2
And today......
Happy Birthday to my big sack o' spuds!!
 

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Trees on fire

                              I think I am getting a little carried away with posting.  Sometimes I think I am seeing everything in my life as a potential blog post.  Just couldn't pass this up though.  The sun peeked through the clouds as it was setting tonight, to the west of our house.  To the east, it caught the trees and they looked as though they were on fire.  The pictures, although not retouched at all, don't do it justice.  It was absolutely incredible!!!
 




Shedding season

Calli produced some cute fluffy little 'puppies' today.   Add those to the ones she had a couple of days ago, and a couple of days before that, and so on, and so on......


You have to wonder where it all comes from, it seems to be never ending:(