Sunday, April 9, 2017

Weekending :: Camping Party


This weekend we had Henry's big birthday party. He chose a 'camping' theme, invited a pretty good-sized crowd (seriously, Mama had to intervene because we got to the point where over 40 people would be there if everyone showed up), and picked out the menu. He especially asked for balloons and cookies. I think we pulled it off.







That was fun.

(Take a walk down memory lane with his past birthdays: 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016.)

Friday, April 7, 2017

Six!























 Six years ago today, my laid-back little man was evicted at 42 weeks and 2 days, and has lived every day since then in the same easy-going, take-it-as-it-comes, no-rush kinda way. He was welcomed with open arms by his big family who adored him then and whose love for him has only grown as he comes in to his own...

























 ...and what a little guy he is turning out to be! So kind, so empathetic and smart and loving. And so stubborn! But with a sense of humor that makes even his most frustrating habits endearing.


Happy birthday to our son, little brother, friend and helper. We love you so!

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Peepsitters































 My feather babies got their first taste of real sunshine, dirt, and outside noises yesterday. We took the bottom off of the cage we've used in the past for quarantining grownup girls (don't worry, it's been thoroughly cleaned since the last sickie chickie inhabited it), and plunked them down in a spot that could be easily watched from the kitchen window.

We learned how necessary it was to keep a sharp eye on little peeps when we were introducing our first flock to the great outdoors- they attract quite a lot of predator attention! But I had nothing to worry about this time around, because my two responsible Chicken Friends parked themselves near the little girls and kept their eyes on them the whole time.





























 And once it was time for them to come back inside, everyone helped gather up their gear, open and close doors, and gently unload them back into their bathtub "brooder." I'm really looking forward to letting the kids take a more active role in caring for these girls, especially now that they won't have the threat of a rooster attacking them as they help feed or water or gather eggs. They really want the opportunity to be in charge of them, too, so win-win!

I sure am lucky I have such responsible and willing Peepsitters!

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Rainy Morning




Thunder wakes us early
Cool grey light, filtered sunrise
We all want pancakes


Saturday, April 1, 2017

Weekending


























 I'm not a big fan of pranks, though I've pulled (and fallen for) my fair share. Today Daddy is helping friends move and we're just hanging out, and though I've overheard a few goofy kid "April Fool's!" declarations, I'm enjoying this low-key kickoff to April. We've done a little party planning for a soon-to-be-6-year-old (!), we've cleaned out the bathtub "brooder" for our growing peeps, and we're all about to enjoy a little nap time.

It's good to have a slow day here and there, no?

Happy no-foolin' weekending!

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

First Spring Hive Check

Temperatures, our spring break trip, rain, you name it... it's all added up to a lot of time between my last hive check and now.

On Sunday we got a major hail storm, and last night it rained (with more hail, though much smaller in size), so I wasn't feeling very optimistic about getting out there again soon... but then the clouds parted and the sun shone down on my bee yard, and I knew the time was now!

My strategy for this hive check was to move from South Hive up to North Hive (saving the hive I believed to be the strongest- and hottest- for last), and I didn't smoke them in the beginning because I was afraid their food stores might be getting light.

South Hive:


When I lifted the outer lid, bees were bursting through the opening of the inner lid. Their population is positively exploding right now, and although I didn't lay eyes on the queen I found lots of brood of all sizes along with a beautiful spectrum of pollen and lots of stored nectar.


I had to dig down into the bottom deep to find brood, though, and in the process I broke up a lot of burr comb. They did NOT like that, so I had to eventually light the smoker (though after seeing how well they were doing I felt OK about lighting it up). I came back later and added a queen excluder and another super, because every frame was drawn out and almost filled with either nectar, honey, pollen, or brood, and I don't want them to start feeling cramped and swarm away!

Middle Hive:

My single-deep cutout hive (aka Middle Hive) is not doing as well as it's neighbors. It seems they lost their queen over the winter for some reason. I found a lowered population with lots of stored honey, nectar, and pollen, but no brood at all save for a handful of bulbous drone brood.


I did, however, find a queen cell (that I almost obliterated lifting the frame out of the box!!) so at least the girls realized they were in trouble and were able to take steps to save themselves before it was too late. I'm going to keep an eye on them and let them do their thing... for now.



North Hive:

By the time I got to North Hive (which was by far my strongest hive last year), I had the smoker going, which I definitely needed because I found them to be just as strong as South Hive. However they had significantly diminished food stores, so I'll be feeding them for the next week or so- especially if we keep getting rain!


I mean, look at all that brood! Way to go, girls! And as I was closing up the last hive, Her Highness herself made an appearance, and actually climbed up onto my finger before descending back into the darkness and safety of her hive.

Overall I feel pretty good about the status of things on this side of winter, however one shadow fell on my hive vibes:


I totally found a varroa mite on one of the drone larvae that fell out of all that burr comb I was cutting out of South Hive. I peeled every larvae out of that burr comb and inspected it, and only found the one mite (out of 20-25 larvae), which you could kinda guesstimate would make that hive's infestation about 4-5% (which I know I know isn't a tried-and-true measure, but it's not totally off base).

I haven't treated for varroa at all, and I kinda don't want to... I heard a speaker in one of my bee meetings talk about allowing nature to take her course, and leave the strongest bees standing when it comes to varroa mites (makes sense to me). He argued that when varroa first hit American bee yards in the early '80s and started wiping entire colonies out, people freaked (understandably so) and started intervening, which stopped the bees from being forced to adapt to the new threat, but which also forced the mites to adapt to the methods of human intervention. He also argued that all chemical interventions to date have now done more harm than good, because it arrested bees in their progress of adapting to the threat, but it boosted the mites into "super mite" status because it was the mites forced to adapt to the poisons, instead of the bees forced to adapt to the mites.

He concluded by stating he believed if people would just get out of the way, the bees would find a way to deal with the mites on their own. His case was made (for me) by his own bee yard- over 25 hives that haven't been treated for varroa in over 12 years.

Although I found a mite on a drone larvae, I'm not freaking out yet- by all other accounts my bees seem strong and healthy, and I like the idea of aiding the adaptation of the honeybee instead of the adaptation of varroa destructor.

So I intervene by feeding, adding space, and relieving them of some of their honey at opportune moments... and then I let them do their thing.


Monday, March 27, 2017

Starting Over

On the second or third day of our cruise, I got a sad e-mail from the friend house sitting for us. Apparently some kind of predator had found a way to gain access to our chickens, and had wiped them all out. All of them............ except Chicken Joe.

That jerk! He had one job. ONE JOB!

*ahem*

Once home, I walked the entire perimeter of the chicken coop and run, and could find no obvious place where something had gotten in... but there were lots and lots of feathers. At this point I'm thinking it had to be something that could get over a 5' welded-wire fence and get back over it carrying an 8-10lb chicken, several times... a dog? A coyote? One of the big raccoons we saw on the trail cams eating the corn in the pig trap? Or could it have been a hawk? I'll probably never know.

But I had to develop a plan to fix this catastrophe and get things back to normal, because my yard was so weirdly quiet without my chicken girls talking to me.

Step one: find Joe a new home (done- a sweet farmin' couple came and got him this weekend... they said they had 60 chickens out in a pasture that had recently lost their rooster, and they needed a replacement... I choose to believe that's actually what they wanted him for).

Step two: clean and fortify the coop and run. I spent about two hours yesterday raking out all the hay from the nesting boxes, roosting house, and run, scrubbing everything down, and hosing it all out. Today I'm going to go spray it all with chlorine bleach, and this week I'm going to work on some fortifications. We'll also be building a guillotine-style door on a pulley so we can close them up at night without having to actually go in to the coop.

Step three: get new peeps.





We went a totally different route than when we got our first flock- we got our peeps from a different place, that gets their peeps from a reputable hatchery, and we got a variety of birds so we'll be able to tell them apart! We now have 2 speckled sussex pullets, 1 buckeye pullet, 1 cuckoo maran pullet, 1 golden sexlink pullet, 2 welsummer pullets, 2 golden-laced wyandotte pullets, and 3 random grab-bag-style "assorted rare" pullets (one with feathers on her feet!). Starting over with twelve in all.

The kids have almost all of them named already, and they're loving being able to name them and know which ones are which! We've got Ursula and Yzma, Ginger, Turmeric, Margery, Penny, Beauty, and Queenie. The last unnamed four all look the same right now (they're the welsummers and speckled sussex girls), and at this point we're not sure how to tell who's been named of those girls and who's still nameless. They've decided 'Ruby' and 'Libby' are contenders once they figure out how to tell who's who. They went to school this morning debating the last two names.

One thing's undebatable, though- our Chicken Friends sure do love those babies!