Turkey Tracks: Diva Update

Turkey Tracks:  January 13, 2014

DIVA UPDATE

 

I went to sleep last night after watching the weather.  We will have a few more mild days and then the bitter cold will return.

I knew my severely frostbitten Anconda hen would not be able to stand any further damage.

I went to sleep knowing that she would have to come inside, or I would have to put her down.

Inside, first, I determined.  She has been through so much, and her spirit is so strong.  She deserves a chance.

So, this morning I got up and organized to bring her inside.

When I went out to feed the coop chickens and let them out, I saw the Diva on the hillside.  She had not gone into the coop’s cage last night.  She sat so still that I thought she might have frozen sitting straight up.  But, it hadn’t been that cold last night…  She moved a little as Penny dog went to sniff at her.  She was weak, but alive, just sitting on the hill above the junipers.  When I called to her, she moved and tried to come toward me, and limped her way down the hillside as if she were very stiff,  and I gave her a hand full of mealy worms, which she began to devour.  So, I went on to let out the coop chickens and to throw the leftover food in the coop to the twenty or so turkeys who are now bold enough to come right up to the coop.  It is quite something to see four or five turkey males in full puffed-out plumage strutting around not ten feet from you.  And it is fun to have them talk to you when you call to them.

After I fed the dogs and dressed, I organized a big box for the Diva in the kitchen.  Two trips to the garage retrieved what I needed:  a tarp to put under the box, the box, a screen to cover, and materials to line the box.  When I had the box ready, I went outside with the fish net to catch her, which it turned out I did not need.

She was very weak when I picked her up inside the coop, where she had gone as the other chickens were outside.  She hardly struggled and only squawked weakly when I picked her up.  There was no weight to her–just feathers and…air.

But, she was outraged when I put her in the box!  Where was this?  What was I doing to her?

Before I could get her into the box and put the screen over it, she flew up into the far left window and flailed around weakly.

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I had to weight the screen on top of the box with books to keep her inside.

After a time, she accepted the box and settled down.  And in the past hour or two does not stand up and scurry around as I go in and out of the kitchen.  These Ancondas are very, very skittish.

She ate all of the hamburger I gave her.  But not the sunflower seeds.  She has scattered her food all out of its bowl.

The box is the box that the electric lawn mower came in–saved for just this sick-chicken purpose–summer before last.  The screen was a gift of the Swap Shop–back when we raised Chickie Annie after incubating eggs.  (You may recall she was the only one who hatched due to problems with humidity.  Later, she got eaten by a fox–which broke my heart.)  I lined the box with newspaper and an old towel–so she will have a little warmth and traction around her feet. Later I will drape another towel over the box top to make her feel safer and to keep her warm tonight.

And I will sleep without worrying about her freezing to death outside or being eaten by something that goes bump in the night.

The rooster flies up to the porch railing and calls to her.  He was very upset when I picked her up and she cried out.

I will not take a picture of her for you until she is better.  She is very disfigured, but her feet and neck do seem better.

 

Turkey Tracks: January Thaw!

Turkey Tracks:  January 12, 2014

(I don’t know why some recent posts are not separating paragraphs…  Sorry…)

 

January Thaw!

It’s a January thaw!
It’s 50 degrees!
We can see grass in the snow paths again, and the chickens came out of their coop/cage and are re-exploring the yard.  There is all sorts of talking and crowing and clucking and general delight going on in the yard.
Today’s job was to retrieve TWO glass bowls that the chickens have dragged to the back end of the cage.  The chickens, in their boredom and hunger for different foods, literally lick those bowls clean and drag them around.  Did you know that chickens have tiny little tongues?
Until today, I could not reach them from the front end of the cage with the crab net.  Or poke a broom handle through the chicken wire to push them forward from the back end as the tarps were knee deep in snow.  I’m going to try the very tall tree/limb cutter which has a curved saw on the top–and if that does not work, will try to life the tarps at the back end.
I NEED those bowls to continue feeding the chickens things like warm mash, leftovers, meat and milk, and so forth.
Well!  The tree saw was too tall to wedge into the flap/gap between the coop and the cage.  I finally got the bowls with a leaf rake–the longest one I had.  The tines kept collapsing, but patience and effort was rewarded, and I gradually was able to turn each bowl over and over until I could reach it with the thick pole I use to prop open the coop roof.  Yeah!!!!  I am easily amused, apparently.
Meanwhile, the rooster herded his girls up together next to the house and told them I was an extremely dangerous intruder into their space.  He is so cute and has come into his own.  He crows all the time now.  I’ll try to get some pictures of him soon, but we are getting more weather coming in over the next few days.
Last night I sewed the fifth row of seven of Celtic Solstice.  It’s so pretty.  Only I sewed one of the units upside down, which threw off the pattern.  I took the offending block out of the row, fixed the unit, and resewed the row together.   Now I had TWO blocks upside down.  I took it all apart and fixed both units and resewed and QUIT for the night, thinking I would finish the rows today.  But I have not yet, and I’m not quite sure where the day has gotten to.
I have downloaded another audio book:  P.D. James’s DEVICES AND DESIRES.  Oh my gosh!  There is a mini-series of this book:
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There is something so seductive about having someone read a story to you while you sew.  I finished BEST OF WOMEN’S SHORT STORIES, Vol. 1, William J. Locke, yesterday and thoroughly enjoyed it.  There were a number of stories I read in school, like Charlotte Perkins Gilman’s “The Yellow Wallpaper,” and it was a pleasure to hear them dramatized.
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I spent some time yesterday going through ALL the 1200 titles of the audio books as the search engine is not great on this system.  I found so many books I will love to hear and made lists of the same.  I thought a mystery would be fun for a change.

Quilting Information: Sew Me A Song, Etsy store

Quilting Information:  January 4, 2014

Sew Me A Song

Becca Babb-Brott’s Etsy Store

I love the connections in a small community.

Neighbor Susan McBride of Golden Brook Farm told me her friend Becca Babb-Brott, who lives on a nearby street where other people I know live, has an Etsy Store of quilting fabrics.

Here’s the url she sent:   http://www.etsy.com/shop/sewmeasong.  (I can’t get this url to “take,” so you may have to copy and paste it into your search engine.)

I took a look at it and loved how Becca is putting together fabrics.  In particular, I loved her unusual neutrals–which can be hard to find.  I, for instance, have looked for neutrals in five (aren’t we lucky) of our local quilt shops.

As an official  Bonnie Hunter groupie, I need lots of neutrals–especially for the quilts I have planned for this year.  Bonnie’s world divides quilting fabrics into neutrals (nothing darker than a brown paper bag) and colors.

What’s also interesting about Sew Me A Song is Becca’s collection of contemporary and Japanese fabrics.  And she has since told me that she is a “modern” quilter. 

Take a look?

Becca is putting together a collection of neutrals for me.  And I look forward to meeting her next week some time.

Thanks, Becca!

Books, Documentaries, Reviews: The Future of Food

Books, Documentaries, Reviews:  December 30, 2013

The Future of Food

A Film By Deborah Koons Garcia (2004)

 

We have a “swap shop” at our local dump here in Camden, Maine.

I’ve gotten some really cool things there–and, I’d like to think, dropped off some really cool things I’m not using there so someone else can use those things.

Books and DVDs are big items people “swap” at the Swap Shop.

Ronald VanHeeswijk brought me The Future of Food from the Swap Shop last summer some time.

I watched it when the cable was out.

It’s a good documentary.  Sturdy.  Covers the issue of GMO foods.  Has lots of scientist experts.  Exposes Monsanto’s goals to control food.  Did you know there are patents now on “life,” like cells, seeds, and so forth.  That’s pretty scary.

Here’s a review:

The Future of Food | Top Documentary Films.

Turkey Tracks: Winter Turkeys

Turkey Tracks:  December 30, 2013

Winter Turkeys

Turkeys are very present in my yard in the winter.

They’ve always been drawn to the tall pines to roost.   But, with the coming of the chickens, they started wintering with us.  They wait patiently until I discard chicken bedding under the pines alongside the creek.  Chickens “bill out” a lot of food into the bedding.  And, then, there is the matter of the chicken droppings–which are filled with protein and good bacteria.  It’s a fact that most city-dwellers don’t know, but most animals, including man, will eat the feces of other animals.  There are, of course, health claims made by men eating cow dung a few times a year…

And with weather like we’ve had recently, I often throw them some sunflower seeds or a bit of chicken scratch feed (corn, barley, etc.).

This band of turkeys is mixed male and female.  Altogether there are between 25 and 30.  It’s hard to count as they are always moving in and among the trees and up and down the hillside.

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I was able to get the video below of the turkeys after some days of them seeing me up close frequently.  It’s not the clearest video I took, but it shows a large male starting to display his gorgeous self.  He went on to strut around the snow yard for some 20 minutes or so.

I talk to the turkeys as much as I talk to the chickens in the winter.  Often, they answer.

Turkey Tracks: God Bless the Generator!

Turkey Tracks:  December 27, 2013

God Bless the Generator!

It’s saved me before.  But this time it saved me BIG TIME!

It’s one thing to be without power in the summer when it’s warm.  It’s quite another to be without power and to have no other heat source, like a fireplace or a wood stove, with temps moving toward the teens.

The ice storm started Monday, December 23rd.  And the power went out late afternoon.  The Big Girl kicked in without a moment’s hesitation and ran for 24 hours.  We got power back in that same late afternoon time frame on Christmas Eve and kept it until 4 a.m. Christmas Day.  I know the time because Miss Reynolds Georgia woke me asking to go out, and the power went out just as we were tucking ourselves back into bed.  And, again, the generator ran flawlessly until power came back about 9 a.m. Christmas morning.

I had power, but no phone, internet, or tv.  Fortunately my cell phone worked and, sometimes, took in email.  But, not everyone has my cell number…

I was nervous about the amount of propane the generator was using, and by Christmas Day, my tanks were down to between 40 and 50%.  So I’m going to need a fill-up very soon now, and that’s in the works.

I have been such a beneficiary of so many kindnesses during this Christmas Ice Storm.  Our neighborhood checked back and forth frequently–“how are you,” “do you need anything,” “are you warm,” “the power trucks are on the hill…”  Chris Richmond, just above me on the right, stopped in personally to make sure I was ok.  And he and Susan–they own Golden Brook Farm–invited me for Christmas Dinner (which was fun and delicious).  I especially enjoyed spending time with the Richmond children.

Mark Anderson of Mark’s Appliance drove all the way up here from Warren to make sure I had enough propane when he couldn’t get me on the house phone.  He discovered an outside faucet that was slowly leaking and fixed it. That could have meant an inside burst pipe. And he will make sure that I actually get a propane fill up in the next few days.

The ice is still with us.  Here’s a picture I took Christmas Day, and nothing has changed.

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When you see the bending of the trees, you understand how the weight of the ice breaks off branches and snaps trees as if they were match sticks.

I tried to take pictures of the glitter when the sun hits the trees coated with ice–it all sparkles like spun sugar.  But you can’t get the sun backlighting the ice:  the picture comes out too dark.   So this picture gives you some idea of how everything, everything outside was and is covered with ice–which, except for the firs which present a darker surface in the sun, is not melting.

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It snowed most of yesterday–we got about 5 inches.  BUT, I got cable back this morning–and phones and internet.  AND today is Friday, so Bonnie Hunter has released her next clue.  I just printed it out, but have a quilt on Lucy the long arm and need to finish and bind it before I can work on Clue 5.

I am warm and happy.  It’s amazing how much we have come to depend on all of our technology…

December has been really challenging in Maine:  two back-to-back snow storms, each with about 2 feet of snow; an ice storm that did major damage–many people will not get power back until some time next week–right at Christmas; and snow all yesterday.  What will January and February be like???

Turkey Tracks: Ice!

Turkey Tracks:  December 22, 2013

ICE!

This ice storm has been predicted for days now.

And sure enough, I woke this morning to a layer of ice on every surface that would hold it.  And the temps are hovering around 32 and slated to dip into the teens over the next few days.  Really cold weather means that the ice will hang around until we get a melt.

Here’s a not-so-good picture of ice on the trees:

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The trees will bear this much ice without breaking.  The danger of power outages will come of the ice gets any thicker.  And that’s where the weather reports are unclear as everything depends on exactly where one lives and whether the rain is rain or icy rain.  The further west one lives, the more ice.  Very far west, there will be snow.

I crept out to the chicken coop this morning–throwing chicken scratch feed in front of me for traction.

The thin layer of ice coating everything is invisible, and it’s deeply treacherous.  So I crept along being very careful with each step.

This will be a sewing, blogging, reading day.  I roasted a huge chicken last night, so food is already done.  This will be a winter day where I will drift from one pleasurable project to another and count my blessings.

And Tom Jackson’s snow crew will come and put grit down on the driveway and the boardwalk to the house when the storm is over.

And thank heavens for the generator.  It’s this kind of ice storm I grew up with in the South and that I feared would come to Maine more frequently with a warming planet.

Turkey Tracks: Wild Turkeys in the Spring

Turkey Tracks:  November 4, 2013

Wild Turkeys in the Spring

So, many of you know by now that I love to put something on the blog from the opposite season of the year.  Since this is fall, that would mean something from spring.

Here’s a picture of two of the wild male turkeys that stay around the house all winter–roosting in the trees at night–they look like black garbage bags way, way up in the tops of the firs–and eating food the chickens discard into their bedding and which gets thrown out as I clean out the coop.

In the spring, they start courting the many hens that hang with them all winter.  And, as they fluff out their feathers and drag their wings on the ground, their heads turn cobalt blue.  See?

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It’s not a great picture, but you can see their heads starting to turn blue.

Turkeys are very social.  Even wild ones.

It is routine for me to call “goodnight” to them as I lock up the coop at dusk and put my chickens to bed.  And these greetings start in late winter and go well into the spring.

After the spring courting–when the turkeys break into smaller bands of hens with one or two males–the hens nest and break away to raise their babies.  It is not unusual to see a hen with a dozen little ones following after her across a ditch or the road.

At this point I imagine that they are all fox food.  I can’t imagine how they survive the spring, hungry foxes, who are also raising babies.

Turkey Tracks: Fall Hydrangeas

Turkey Tracks:  October 27, 2013

Fall Hydrangeas

Before the first freeze I cut as many of the hydrangeas in my yard as I deem necessary for the house.  Once the winter weather hits them, the blooms are ruined.

I strip the leaves off the canes and just stick them into a dry vase.  Most of them dry just fine.  Some will shrivel up almost right away, and that’s just the breaks of this endeavor.  (This year none of the lime green Annabelles dried for me.)

For the ones who dry nicely, the brilliant colors stay true for months and months.  Often, I stick blooms into the fir Christmas Wreath I hang at the front door–and they are gorgeous there.

Here’s a lot I put into the kitchen.  The pinkish lavender blooms came from a plant that JoAnn O’Callaghan Gladbach gave me on one of her visits before John died.  It survived the winter beautifully–and one transplant this spring–and bloomed all summer.

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I’ve often thought I’d love a house where the rooms were painted the shades in one of these fall hydrangeas:  lime green, deep blues, aquas, deep purples, magenta pinks.  Such a color scheme would not go with a thing in my house though.

JoAnn carried hydrangeas in her wedding bouquet–as did Tamara Kelly Enright.  Tami’s blooms came from my Virginia garden.  I made JoAnn and John a wedding quilt using hydrangea fabrics, called “Delectable Mountains” after the traditional block name and because JoAnn and John live in Denver, Colorado.  Here it is being held by my sister-in-law Maryann Enright and me before I mailed it to Joann and John.

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Local quilter Joan Herrick quilted this quilt using the Celtic New Grange symbol that JoAnn used in her wedding invitations.  New Grange in Ireland is the site of one of the oldest and most amazing solstice sites.

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Here’s another block:

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And a close-up of a corner:

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I love life circles like this one.  I mean the giving and receiving of items that signal you love someone.

Here’s a picture of the counter about three weeks later.  You can see the pink hydrangeas did not dry well, but the others are going strong.  One never knows.

Melody's Pumpkin

Melody Pendleton brought me this gorgeous pumpkin from her garden–and a Butternut squash which I cooked that night for dinner–on the day she finished painting the stairwell.  Melody is a meticulous painter and a delightful person.

I have a jar of Sparky’s Honey (wild, unheated, local) for her.

And that’s how these things roll…

Turkey Tracks: Endless Flower Farm, Camden, Maine

Turkey Tracks:  October 24, 2013

Endless Flower Farm

Camden, Maine

 

Their colors take your breath away.

Dahlias.

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And at Endless Flower Farm in Camden, Maine (on East Fork Road) there are thousands and thousands of these dahlia’s–in every color imaginable.

This farm is within walking distance of my house–and I took Susan there on our way home from our trip up north.

Every fall, each dahlia tuber has to be dug up and stored and each spring each one has to be replanted.  Keeping track of all these tubers–and knowing where to plant them next year–is mindboggling.

Here’s Sue, who was amazed.

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Here’s a view of one of the gardens:

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And here’s Susan in that garden:

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Many of these dahlias are way taller than a person.  All have lavish, glorious blooms.

We also liked this building design on the outside of the house!

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