Showing posts with label wv farm life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wv farm life. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

mabon week

no trespassing

izzy in fall... or just fizzy

farmhouse

guardian ad litem

festive

second harvest

do I have a dog on my head?

Earl and his dark twin, the pig tail remover

black copper maran cockerel

balance

silver indian runner duck

cinco

pear harvest - shaking the tree

smurf, hula, happy - white indian runner ducks

the boys, crick and squint

moon

fall duck flock

alejandro and lady gaga

equinox walk

acceptance


best buddies

let's have a pool party!

dude, I thought that was what we were doing

baby sly - half jumbo pekin, half runner-- with his indian runner girlfriend

scaredy ducks
you have to get through me to get to her
ye-ah, never mind

adopted chicken grows tufts!

the end

 ~crow

Friday, September 23, 2011

lions tigers and bears make me shake

So last night the coyotes were close. My new Great Pyrenees, Izzy stayed out barking at the darkness until about 3 am or so. I stayed up as well. Just in case she needed some back-up. I have a nice loaded shotgun ready.

I guess they moved on. We live just up the mountain from the river, and in the hollow there is a path. You can follow it any time of year. It is made and maintained by wild life. It is a natural wildlife corridor. It truly makes me very happy to see that there is all sorts of wildlife, alive and thriving here. It takes the sting out of my guilt for leaving an imprint here in these beautiful mountains.

I love the wildlife, but I do not want to feed them my livestock. My chickens and ducks, geese, goats, pigs, rabbits, et al, are part of my livelihood and I have a duty to protect them.

That is why I have Earl the donkey and Izzy the Great Pyrenees on the night shift. I seem to be on the night shift as well. As I stood out facing the woods at 3 am looking for movement. Izzy, at my side barking deep. I love her bark. It is not a woof sound, more like a WOOF sound. It makes me feel protected. I make her feel protected. She becomes even more brave when I am standing with her, looking into the darkness.

I posted on my neighbor's (our properties connect) facebook page, just to either A. let her know coyotes were around last night, and B. let her know that if she woke from a deep barking sound that traveled up the mountain, it was only our Izzy doing her job.

So my neighbor in turn, posted the following two picture for me:

I think he is a bobcat. Pretty muscular and healthy.

Black Bear
Aren't the just gorgeous? I know that there are all sorts of animals here. They are just so good at staying away from people. For the most part. I worry more about coyotes, raccoons and hawks, then I would a bobcat or bear. Bobcats need miles and miles to hunt. They are usually near bodies of water, because that is where the food is. Rabbits. They love rabbits. It is possible we had a bear come get our berries this Summer. I went out to pick, and it looked like somebody had drove a four wheeler through the patch. It was either a bear, or deer. In any case, I learned not to worry about losing crops to wildlife.It happens.

I watched a program on Public TV a while ago, about the American Shakers. I was fascinated by their lifestyle and way of living. Yes, it did at first get my attention because Women, played a large part in that religious movement. Also, I loved the community spirit, the art of building items with superior craftsmanship (relating work ethic to their faith) and of course the movements they made in worship and prayer. Who wants to sit still in church? I have jumpy legs. I would want to shake and shimmy. All fascinating. But what I really learned from the program, was this: The Shakers would have outsiders come and join the community, timed right about now in the year, at the second harvest. These people, would come and live out the harsh Winters, protected by the Shaker community. In the Spring, they would leave. The Shakers knew what they were up too. But I think they referred to them as Winter Worshipers, or something kind, but still truthful. Lastly what struck me and stuck to me was this lesson: Thieves from outside of their community would come and steal from their gardens. The Shakers, knowing this, just simply planted more crops the next year, to rectify the situation. Simply huh? Peaceful, giving, simple, hard working people, who were a little bit country and a little bit rock and roll.
PBS - The Shakers

So, when wildlife comes and eats my carrot crop, or my peas. I think of the shakers, and am glad that they have been consumed, but keep in mind, next year, I will have to plant more.

If you watch that documentary, then look at how the Industrial Revolution negatively impacted not only the Shakers, but farming and craftsmanship in general, You will understand this wonderful little video to the played to the voice of the Great Willie Nelson. Please watch.


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Here is an article talking about it: Could $5.00 Save America's Oldest Seed House? I have a widget posted to on the right hand side of my blog. You can grab the code and pass the word, by blog or facebook or any outlet. This is the time when the meek actually do inherit the earth. Don't give up on Locally grown food. Farmer's Markets, and Local Farmers are very close and would love your business. Speaking of which...
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What number is your foodometer reading at?

Love and Light,
~crow

Thursday, June 30, 2011

thank you june

Thank you June

for your nourishment,


dear deer on the milking stand with oprah

dear deer eats broccoli

my nanny loves her green
and laughter...

oprah
for the sweetness,

raspberries 2011
and softness,

blue topaz's surviving two english angora rabbits


bunnies in a basket

for your June songs,

earl brays

and brays

and brays

and for community.


2011 ducks and chickens

For the clouds and their silver linings,


silver indian runner duck

and for your pure white light.


pekin duck

I thank you for your offerings,


berries garlic and a bird's nest
and for your perfect love,


love

for a place to call home,


the little brown leghorn couple find a home in the chicken tractor

a place to grow,

mucho tomatoes
 and learn.

temporary rooster jail

I thank you June, for bringing Summer,


summer squash

for the sun and the shade,


squash and pumpkin forest
and for your hugs.


green beans
I really needed the hugs.



Thank you for sending your sacred prayers to the sky,


romaine lettuce
 your induced courage,



and your loyal companionship.


little pair

I will miss you June. You gave so much, so effortlessly.



I will always celebrate you, in purple and green.




Because, you June, brought me my baby,



who grew along with you every year. She is the reason I first noticed you, June.
Thank you.

See you next year. I will be eagerly waiting for you to come again..

~crow