Independence Day has just past. So far, we have had a pretty nice summer. It hasn't been too hot, and the bugs have been very minimal. That being said, I've not posted much here as I've not had a whole lot going on, hawk wise. Still, there are some things going on. Today I got the camera out and took some pictures for a quick blog post.
Flowers are blooming! Currently, my Clematis is looking pretty dramatic.
My Hydrangea is getting bigger!
To Rich and My complete surprise, we had "volunteer" Hollyhocks this year. Neither of us have ever planted any seeds, yet they came up this year. They are very pretty!
This year I'm growing our tomatoes in big pots. The farm has lots of "lick tubs", previously filled with yummy, sticky, sugar type stuff the cattle love. We picked up several of those, Rich put a few quick holes in the bottom, and Voila . . . instant planters. It keeps the weeds down.
OK, enough on the plant side of things. How about critters?
Clawdette is one year old now . . . and just as annoying as the day she arrived. Her and Monty are buds, for the most part, until it is time for Monty to have a bath, and then she doesn't recognize him for about 10 days.
I did set up a fish tank this Spring . . . but I think I'll devote a separate blog post for it.
Two of the most recent arrivals are more goats.
Rich and I went up to the Sales Barn in Lanesboro on this past Friday, because Rich was off on a rare Friday. There were several sheep and goat lots at the start of the auction, and these two were the last lot. I immediately motioned to place a bid . . . I didn't even know what sex they were. It turns out, they are wethers, which is a castrated male. That is just fine, as I am needing extra mouths to chomp down my pasture. They are quite cute, and friendly (the goats from last year don't like to be touched). I have not yet decided names for them.
Between last summer and this one I did acquire a fourth goat. He is also a wether. His name is Cole. He came with that name. He's a very nice, friendly goat.
I acquired him to be a buddy to Biscotti, my young doeling from last year, as I separated her from my little herd when a stinky buck came to visit and get my two older goats pregnant. I didn't want her to get pregnant just yet. That seems to have worked, as both Oreo and Macaroon are showing signs that there are little kids in the oven. So, if all goes well, I'm going to have anywhere from two to four, or possibly even more little kids hopping around I figure sometime in August. Once the buck did his job, I sent him back home, and let Cole and Biscotti back out into our fenced pasture. I've still got an awful lot of overgrowth. I think my goats are too well fed with sweet grain. They browse the field, but it is still brushy.
Macaroon is the roundish goat on the bottom. Biscotti is her daughter from last year. She does this a lot, stepping up on top of her mother so she can reach up and nibble leaves that are otherwise out of reach. Macaroon doesn't seem to mind. As she and Oreo get close to time to have their babies, I will be separating them, each to their own enclosure in our pole barn, to more carefully monitor their progress, and to make sure mother and kid(s) bond.
Oreo spends a lot of time resting in the goat shelter. She is looking pretty wide as well. Being pregnant may be very exhausting!
The only other major animal activity this spring and summer is our raising of replacement hens. There are 10 of them. We will keep 3, and I'm going to send 7 to the farm . . . soon!
How is the molt going? Sassy has dropped 9 tail feathers. Three more to go!
Flint has dropped 8 tail feathers, so he has 4 more to go. And unless I lost it somewhere, I only count one deck feather! He's a bit odd, so maybe his molt is not even.
Sassy's wing feathers are coming along nicely. Of course, that right wing is short a couple primaries on the end, so her molt is a little mismatched, but she is making good progress and should be done in August, hopefully!
Flint's wing feathers are also mismatched, although some of those right sided feathers may not be primaries, but instead secondaries. His feathers are much smaller than Sassy's, which you would expect since he is smaller than her. Hopefully he too will be done in August. He needs some rather intense manning, but for the molt I've just been leaving him completely alone, only tossing him food and changing out his water.
The only other hawk-related thing to quickly share is a picture of Justin's new baby. This has been a couple weeks ago, so she's much bigger now and probably has lots more feathers.
I will need to get updated pictures, and find out if she has a name yet.
It's the lazy days of summer. A nice time to get other things done.
Sunday, April 26, 2015
Ralph Roy Standlee, Jr. passed away on April 26, 2015 at Brookdale Lake Arlington Assisted Living in Lake Arlington, Texas. His passing was attended by his family, with the assistance of Hospice Nurses with Heart to Heart of Ft. Worth.
He was born on September 28, 1933 in Agua Dulce, Texas, growing up in the area farming with his father. He was fluent in both English and Spanish. He joined the Army, and made a career of the military, retiring with the rank of E6 Staff Sargent at his final duty base in El Paso, Texas. He served in several over-seas tours, including Korea, France, Lebanon, Germany and Vietnam, and was recognized with several Medals of Commendation for his service, as well as receiving a Bronze Star for Meritorious Achievement in Vietnam. After his military service, he began a second career as a long-haul professional driver, criss-crossing the United States, delivering hospital supplies. He was recognized several times with 1 Million Safe Driving Miles awards. He was married on February 11, 1956 to Nora Jean Clay. They would raise a family of four daughters together. Ralph had a life-long passion for Amateur "Ham" Radio. His call sign was WA5VEE. He was a member of the Sun City Amateur Radio Club, and frequently participated in emergency preparedness drills.
Ralph was preceded in death by his parents, several half brothers and sisters, his only grandson, Roy Dean Irvin Lewis in 1998, his oldest daughter, Geri Sue Mills in 2006, and his wife of 53 years, Nora Jean Standlee, in 2009. He is survived by his remaining three daughters: Janet Rogers of Mansfield, Texas, her husband Andy Rogers, and their two children Katy Rogers and Emily Rogers; Jennefer Coffey of Dunlap, Illinois, her husband Jim Coffey, and their two daughters, Erica Larkin, with her husband Sean Larkin, and Sarah Coffey; and Carolyn Standlee-Hanson of St. Charles, Minnesota, and her husband Richard Hanson. His oldest grand-daughter, Christy June Cordero, daughter of Geri Sue Mills, lives in El Paso with her husband Albert. Their six children made Ralph a great-grandfather. He is also survived by his sister, Bertha Eckert and her husband George Eckert of Fredricksburg, Texas.
The daughters will have a private memorial at a future date, where it is planned to return his ashes to South Texas, where his heart longed to return his whole life. Adios Señor Standlee! WA5VEE has signed off the air for the final time.
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
It is a common practice in falconry to release the bird you have been hunting with all winter in the Spring, to allow it to return to the wild. At some point I do want to keep a bird for a few seasons, but not this bird. We had a rocky start, due to her health issues, which may have contributed to her being a rather mellow bird, on the fist. Some people may think this would be a good thing, but to my mind, CC was not as aggressive in the field as I would like. She missed many easy slips. Add to this the fact that I don't have enough food in the freezer to feed three birds. Also, I hope to have a new, large mew built this summer. It would just be easier all around to give her freedom back, and let her look after herself. After all, she was doing good when she was trapped this past fall. The snow is gone now, hopefully for good, so she should be able to find mice in the many fields around my home, and we also have lots of squirrels, which she did prove to me she was capable of hunting.
I released her on Tuesday, the last day of March. I had been giving her good meals to build up a little reserve, and finished with a crop-full on the day of release. After seeing her fly off, I went into the house to do other things. That evening, I found that she had simply flown behind the house and into the trees in the field in my pasture. The following morning while I was walking the dog prior to work, I did not see her anywhere near where she had been the previous evening. The day after that, Thursday, I did a lure call just to see if she was in the area. I got no response. I expected that she was now truly gone.
On Wednesday afternoon of this week, a full eight days after release, I spotted a large brown bird in the distance, down the road, flying away, with a little bird in pursuit. It was too far to know, but probably a starling or grackle or more likely a red-winged blackbird, which recently have arrived for the spring. It's what they do! Chase and harass hawks, especially young ones. The hawk looked rather brownish overall, with no red tail. I looked like a juvie! I wondered if it might be CC.
I quickly got my guntlet and whistle and lure. I didn't want to drag any food along, in case it wasn't her. Also, I felt this was rather a long-shot, as I've never had any of my birds that I have released stick around, or be seen again. But it was worth a try. I walked up the road to a high spot, whistled and swung the lure. Off to my left I noticed movement. Upon turning and looking up in the tree, she was there. She did not respond right away, and did not come down, but she did look at me. I turned and walked back home. Like all our hunting trips, she followed along.
Back home, I ran inside my Hawk Shack and plucked out a fat live mouse from the breeding tank. Back out in the lawn, I tried to call her to the fist, but again, she was having none of that. However, as soon as I dropped the mouse and backed off, she came in and made a quick meal out of my gift. As she ate, she let me get close to her, and after eating, hopped up to the fist.
She looks like she is doing OK. Her weight felt good on my fist, although I did not reach up and pinch her keel. as she was not restrained in any way, and I also did not think to get my scale to see what her weight looked like. She seemed calm, and not crazy hungry. After a couple quick pictures by my husband, I tossed her back to the trees. I then went and cut her a larger bit of food from what I was thawing for my other two birds. Below is the video of that food gift.
Again, she is not coming to the fist, but if the food is on the ground and I step back, she will come in to take what is offered. After the second meal, she again jumped to the fist. Her feet looked good, possibly a bit cleaner than when I let her go. It has been raining a lot lately, so she's been getting Nature's Bath. She left my fist to land on my grape arbor, and after some feaking, flew up into the trees. I did see her again a little later sitting in the clump of trees in the cemetery across the street from me.
It is possible she may stay in the area. I have not seen any resident hawks this year. In the last two years I did find one bird down the street that appeared to be dead from electrocution (found under a very nasty looking power pole), and another bird I came across while walking in one of the fields, just dead . . . unsure of why, but had some runny mutes. I left both birds where found to decompose naturally. It is possible there are no residents here at this time, so she is not getting chased out. It is a good area, and would make a good territory. There are quite a few grassy fields which surely have lots of mice, and many trees with confirmed squirrels. We hunted one of those fields this previous winter, so it should be a little familiar to her. Perhaps she will stick around. I'll keep an eye out for her.
Monday, March 23, 2015
The days move ever on, and slowly spring makes its way into the Upper Midwest. But not as fast as I might prefer. Recently, we've had many warm days, but this previous evening were visited with a Spring Clipper, which brought about five inches of snow where I live, and more or less depending on if you are North or South of the path of the storm. It is a damper, as this previous weekend, especially Saturday, was bright and warmish (for Spring). Because of the storm, I've taken the time to sit down and finish up blogging for the season. I didn't have to go out anywhere today, so it is a good activity when the roads look unsafe to drive on.
Thank you again Brandon! I'll be seeing you next season, and I'll be sure to invite you to go trapping with me.
We were then invited on a different day to meet some of their friends on the land owned by them. Thank you Kari and Rick for letting the girls try for squirrels on your land. Sassy at least wowed by catching a couple mice. Not the most exciting, but it was 'wild game', caught by a 'trained hunting bird'.
Most of the rest of these pictures on this page were taken by Cordia Pearson, and are posted here by her permission.
It was mostly a walk in the woods, but all who saw enjoyed the bird's flights.
CC did see and chase a ground squirrel, but it got away before she even got close to it.
Back to pictures by Cordia. The two hunters below look to the distant trees for game opportunities.
She's a very nice girl, this hawk of mine.
With these final hunts, as well as the one on the last day of the Small Game Season in Minnesota, which was successful, Sassy finished the year up at 15. CC took 10. This is not a great year, but the freezer is full, and the birds are healthy, and now eventually Spring will come, and other activities now take most of my attention. The lights are already increased in Sassy's mew. Flint has already dropped 4 primary feathers as well as a deck feather (he's had long lights for a lot longer time). CC will spend just a little more time with me getting fattened up a bit, then she will be released.
The falconry season ends! The hunting part of it at least. Care of the birds is a year-round thing. And there is equipment to repair and maintain, as well as hopefully, a new mew to be built. It is a labor of love, which also tends to suck up all my spare disposable cash. But I get a great deal of satisfaction from the practice of this ancient sport.
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Rich found a couple of really good videos of some falconers in Georgia hunting squirrels with Harris Hawks.
Oh, and look . . . Red Tails too!
There are more, but I should stop watching videos and go fly my own bird while the sun is still up.
Oh, and look . . . Red Tails too!
There are more, but I should stop watching videos and go fly my own bird while the sun is still up.