Sunday, April 17, 2022

Easter Weekend

 Good Friday was indeed good here on the Fink Family Farm. Johnny and Annie puppy and I took a walk down through the woods to take cuttings of the four kinds of cedars we have and try to figure out what the church trees are that Johnny had a cutting from. I have a weird way of telling my cedars apart. Western Red have butterflies on the underside of their needles. Incense cedars have incense holders, or vases. Port Orford cedars have Xs, Alaska Yellow cedars have Ys and are yellower than the others. The cutting Johnny had looked different from all of those... maybe closest to incense cedar. But Johnny, a retired forester, is not sure about my system. So he has been pouring through books and asking nearby foresters for their opinions.

That afternoon still had good weather and appropriate tide levels, so I did my beached bird survey. It was a beautiful Good Friday at the coast with no beached birds but a few live ones foraging in the sand.


 

On Saturday morning, I fed the horses as I always do first thing, then cleaned their barn/paddock as I do every morning. While scooping up manure, I saw a small brown creature trying to get up the ladder into the loft. I thought it must be a squirrel. But then I saw it better... it was a weasel! A beautiful reddish brown weasel with a white belly. I stood still and watched. It soon came down out of the barn with a mouthful of something... which I figured out on subsequent weasel trips up into the loft and back down... was insulation from the ceiling that the starlings have pulled out to make their own nests. I called Johnny on my cell phone and asked him to bring my camera. I hoped the weasel would still be working on lining his burrow that is apparently in the shrubbery by the big poplar tree next to the barn. Johnny arrived and was able to watch the weasel make his trips up and down the barn ladder several times. He took photos with his cell phone. Maybe someday we'll figure out how to look at them and how to get them into the computer. Techies we are not. I managed one photo of the weasel peeking out from the bushes, keeping a wary eye on Johnny as he approached the horse barn.


What a beautiful little creature! I guess the fur and feathers or whatnot that it probably had lined its burrow with was no longer warm enough in our crazy wintry April weather. How smart to locate insulation to make a cozy nest.

After morning chores, the lawn was finally dry enough to mow, so I mowed. Johnny had mowed in the garden and was working at getting the tires and other stuff out of there so he could mow more. It was a sunny day. 

Until it wasn't. I was close to being done mowing when I felt a few sprinkles... that soon turned to hail. I mowed faster. The hail turned to snow! Crazy weather. I hurried to put the mower away and get to the house. We had a lovely snowfall for half an hour or so, which made a thin layer on the ground and coated the trees. I'm glad the weasel had a nice layer of insulation to snuggle into.

And then it was Easter Sunday... no rain or snow or hail, just fog, then clouds. Johnny and I hiked through the woods again. I took photos, naturally. We cleaned yellow jackets out of nest boxes. I have done this several times this winter. Either I don't get them all killed and they come back or there are others that find their way in. Miserable creatures. (I realize I'm making judgments on creatures: weasels good, yellow jackets bad. But that's because yellow jackets sting me.)

 For whatever reason, this blog decided to load my photos from last taken to first. Oh well. The last photos I took were down in our swamp... of the Green False Hellebores that look so lush and promising but end up with very unspectacular flowers.


 


 


Agency Creek with a pair of Common Mergansers resting on the rocks

Common Mergansers, female sitting, male standing

A tree with a lot of sapsucker holes... had not noticed this one before!

Bleeding hearts

Sessile trillium

lots of sessile trilliums

even more sessile trilliums

Johnny looking at the sessile trilliums


The Chocolate Lily

It still wasn't raining in the afternoon but the coming week promised to be very wet, so I hurried to mow the arboretum paths and Johnny hurried to mow more in the garden, plus the chicken yard.

He managed to liberate the raised beds and is here raking around the onions that I have all over the place, making mowing around them a challenge

Snow on the hills we see to the south tells us that winter is still fighting to hang on... but we have the mowing done!   ...For now...


 Happy Easter weekend from the Fink Family Farm!


Sapsucker Snooping

On the first of my wildflower walks this spring, I heard what sounded like baby sapsuckers screaming for food. But it seemed way too early. And I could not find where the sound was coming from. But I did find an adult Red-breasted Sapsucker feeding in our hybrid poplar trees... on bugs? sap? bugs caught in sticky bud sap? It would fly west but I always lost sight of it in the trees. I knew of a big old maple nearby with two round sapsucker holes, but I never managed to see the bird there. And never heard that alleged begging sound again.

One day I even sat down in the trail to watch the feeding sapsucker  and try to follow his flight path. That later turned out to be a big mistake. Not only did I not manage to see where it had gone, I did manage to pick up a tick without knowing it until the next day. The tick has been extricated but I'm still itching and tick shy. 

Nevertheless, in a break in the weather, I headed back two days ago, April 9th, and watched again. No luck following the bird but I did hear pecking, like it was working on a dead tree. I walked to the big maple with the holes and there the bird was, diligently drilling the top hole bigger, or at least widening it inside.

the tree with holes in center of photo

 

the bird with his head in the top hole



 The baby begging sound I heard originally remains a mystery. Was it courting noises? Where is the mate to this diligent bird? 

Every few days, whenever the weather allows, I go back and stare at the holes and at the hybrid poplars where the sapsucker was working. Once I saw two of them working the poplars. But for the last few days up through Easter Sunday, no sapsuckers in view anywhere down in the woods. But there is one working up by our house. Same one? Different one? I guess the mystery will continue...

 

 

Wednesday, April 13, 2022

SNOW ON APRIL 13!!

Is this an April Fool's joke?

This was the view out our back door this April 13 morning, when I started out to feed horses.



 


 After feeding the animals and myself and after milking goats, I naturally had to take a walk in the woods...

First, though, I took a photo of the lawn llama, still dressed in sunflowers in honor of Ukraine and, like Ukraine, still standing in spite of everything...


Indian Plum blooming in the snow



Johnny has moved all the firewood he cut up from last year's ice storm into the woodshed except for this stack


Agency Creek in the snow


Bleeding Hearts in the snow

Homeward bound in the afternoon... the snow is melting...

...and the Black Phoebe is back!! It had been gone for this week of cold, wet weather... It is on the peak of the barn...




 All's well that ends well...




Thursday, April 7, 2022

It's Spring!

It's spring and the wildflowers continue to entice me into the woods. On April 2nd, I took these photos...

Sessile Trillium


lots of sessile trilliums

non-sessile Trillium

Chocolate Lily budding

Oregon Grape

 

And on April 7...


 

It's spring in our yard, too

In the woods, the Chocolate Lily buds are expanding fast


The skunk cabbage is expanding, too.

Cute little bee fly of some sort

A happy surprise: a pair of bluebirds have taken over a nest box

Here's one keeping an eye on her property from high in a nearby tree

Mylitta Crescent butterfly on this sunny April day

You  can tell it's spring because the weather goes from warm and sunny to cold and wet, calm to windy, sometimes in the space of a day. Rain is scheduled to return tomorrow with possible snow in the hills above us. Johnny is bringing in wood from the February ice storm and I'm trying to fit my many bird surveys between goat chores, gardening... and walks in the woods. No chance to get bored here. Happy Spring!