Vas Solum vs. Popillia Japonica

The Weapon – Vas Solum
The Enemy – Popillia Japonica

Yes, it’s that time of year again.  The battle is on with our old garden enemy, the Japanese beetle.  One of my early memories of working on the farm, is helping our Grandmother pick Japanese beetles off of the grapevines.  We would carefully pick them off the leaves, then put them in the old can that she carried.  The can was about half full of kerosene.  My weapon of choice is the common glass bottle, which may or may not contain a little soapy water depending upon how much of a rush I am in.   It is best to attack early in the morning when the beetles seem to be groggy.  If you wait until the temperatures warm up this can become quite the challenge as they are more likely to quickly fly away.
As with most things on the farm, and in life in general, it is not a matter of having time but is really a matter of making time.  It is a time to slow down, observe, connect and reminisce – about Grandmother Lena, childhood, farm and family.  A quick word of warning… don’t daydream too much, as it becomes quite easy to mistake a bee for a beetle… a painful lesson learned. 

Monarchs and Milkweed

We always let a few milkweed plants continue to grow around the house so that we get the chance to watch these caterpillars. We find it fascinating to see how much they eat and how fast they grow. It won’t be long until this one finds a sturdy twig, begins pupation and forms its chrysalis.

After about two weeks, a Monarch butterfly will emerge, and we will enjoy two to eight weeks of its delicate beauty.

Among the websites containing information about Monarch butterflies, there is a great one here for kids that contains coloring pages, puzzles, etc.

More Coop Competition

Just minutes before this picture was taken, Samson was nowhere to be found. There was however a large shadow moving inside the guinea coop. Yes, this large dog had gone inside that small door. He made what was apparently an inspection tour and somehow came back out that small door.

The guineas were not home during this visit, but soon came back from their bug hunting to give Samson a somewhat noisy lecture about basic etiquette and manners.

Samson was appropriately apologetic.

Bearing Fruit

Raven and I took a walk down by the gas well to check on some of the fruit trees, and while the apples and peaches are coming along nicely, there aren’t any plums hanging on… a bit of a disappointment. As we were walking down the hill, we noticed that someone else was also checking the on the fruit.

Raven gave her ‘a bit of knowing what’s what’ and she meandered across the road and down over the hill to check out what might be available at our neighbor, Learlean’s. If we expect to beat this girl, we are going to have to watch the fruit progress very closely.

Hot! Hot! HOT!

Just like the rest of the Eastern U.S., it has been hot! Up here, high on top of our mountain ridge, we rarely see so many hot (90+), humid days in a row. It was so humid during one of our hay-making days that the in-home weather station reported that it was raining outside.
All of us, animals included, have been seeking the shade and trying to catch any breeze we can. The sheep do very little grazing during the day. It is just too darn hot. It finally rained a little bit yesterday, our first rain in July. We are grateful that it has cooled off some this morning, but hoping there is more relief in sight. We need rain, and the heat has been very stressful for the animals.

One Thousand Two Hundred Sixy-Eight

First cutting of hay is almost done. Just a small field behind the old barn left to do. Our hay bale count is up to 1,268. All that June rain (over 9 inches) produced substantially more hay than last year. We also set-up some temporary fencing last summer and pastured the sheep through some of the hayfields. Looks like that will be a good practice to continue.
Many, many thanks to all the field hands, the barn crew and Mom and the girls that fed us at the end of each day!!

Caution – Turkey Crossing

Often when making a trip down the old barn lane to get hay we encounter wildlife – a bunny, a deer – we pause in the springtime to observe the first Robins in the hayfield, the blooms on the Mountain Laurel. But a few days ago we had a real treat.

We had to suddenly stop the Ranger because of these baby turkeys (poults) in the lane.

We could hear clucking and shortly found Mama Turkey peeking out of the hayfield on the left side of the lane.

After much more clucking and peeping, Mama Hen ventured out and proceeded to encourage her poults to cross the lane.

She and three poults crossed to the right side, but she continued to cluck. Then we heard more peeping, and out popped some more poults!
… and more…

… and more…

Finally after several minutes of clucking encouragement, everyone made it safely across the lane, into the tall grass on the right side and then further into the woods.

And we were given a lesson in slowing down… pausing… enjoying Mother Nature’s gifts.