With the core of (what’s left of) Beryl passing overhead now, the rain is relentless. I had to empty our rain gauge (at 5″) before it overflowed. That’s after I emptied it yesterday after 2″ so we are at 7″ total in this storm so far.
We’ve been under a flood watch for a few days that are now turning to warnings for the rivers in the area. Luckily, we are situated pretty high but travel is quite interesting. Even being at a higher elevation, the standing water pooling in the yard is a pain but thankful that is all we have to worry about.
I realize many are dealing with monsoon rains and major flooding these days. I just saw the video of the white home toppling into the river at the Rapidan dam in southern MN. That is tragic and my heart bleeds for that family’s loss. It very much reminds me of 1993, when a similar scenario hit the upper Midwest – only to see Missouri succumb to the same flooding later on as both the Mississippi and Missouri river watersheds channel that water downstream.
However, down where we are in the southern part of the state, it’s been stinking hot and we haven’t seen rain in 3 weeks now. It’s supposed to happen overnight tonight and into tomorrow. But the closest we’ve come is a storm that formed overhead, but then moved east and is now “severe” in the bootheel/Memphis area. I am still praying we get something tomorrow though to green things back up.
As for the heat, we are dealing as best we can. Today topped out at 108 (feels like) degrees. 90 degrees is our threshold for running the AC and it’s been on for about 5 days now. I hate AC and having a sealed up house but would rather have it than not. Unfortunately, many of our neighbors (Amish and off grid homesteaders) have no such refuge and are suffering right now.
We also take care to make the critters as comfortable as possible. Jack enjoys the AC (and his personal fan) indoors. The younger dogs are out all day but have plenty of shade on the porch and also enjoy the fans we have set up at the doors to keep the flies away. Lydia acts like a fashion diva laying directly in front of one of them with her hair flying in the breeze. They get plenty of water and today we set up a small wading pool that they jump in to cool down. We also bring them to the river up the road where they get to swim in the cool water.
Incidentally, our pool is now getting much too warm for my liking but has been a godsend that gets used around 4pm each day. I am hoping for some rain to cool it off.
The chickens are uncomfortable but hanging in there. Today, we only had 4 eggs – a record low for the 15 hens. I’ve made canopies for each of the 3 runs and they get plenty of water – both in their waterers and via a sprinkler that they all enjoy. They also have fans in each of the 3 coops.
As of now, the major storm activity is up in the Omaha area but seems to be slowly sliding east and south so we appear to be still lined up for some action later this morning. Let’s hope so.
I wrote most of this post at 1am, when the weather alarm blared for a Severe Thunderstorm Watch. Now at 7:45am, the front of the storm has finally reached us and everything has dropped below the severe level so looking forward to a good ol’ fashioned soaking. No wind. No hail. Just RAIN. Bring it on!!!
I realize we need to get used to the comings and goings of the critters but it’s always hard when a loved and trusted pet departs. With that, we gave Lola a proper send off on Friday evening.
Wouldn’t you know, the very next morning we just got done with the morning feeding and discovered 7 (count them 7) new kitties born overnight in the feral cat lair. The other 2 feral cats are ALSO pregnant so we’ll soon be overrun with them.
All appear to be healthy and have the preferred darker coloring – meaning no Donald clones. “Donald” is the brother of the 3 hyper-fertile mommas that populate our barn cat enclosure and is the one continually impregnating them. Thankfully, we haven’t seen him in weeks and he will be chased off if he shows up again.
Did you know a majority of orange cats turn out to be male? Something like 85% turn out to be male. Now that “Donna” (one of an earlier litter) has grown a bit we checked and sure enough has now been renamed to Don Jr.
These (and the upcoming litters will all be looking for new homes when they are ready. Actually, they are pretty easy to get rid of as others are always looking for barn cats. All it takes is a trip to the Walmart parking lot, or in our case the Dollar General in Summersville and they are claimed within 20 minutes.
Yes, “Hola” technically means hello but I am altering the meaning to say goodbye to Lola, our loving furry companion for the past 15+ years. He, (yes HE) has been with us since a bitty kitty and spent his first dozen years as an indoor cat in Lakeville. We’d let him out on the deck for some outdoor adventure, where he’d manage to snag an occasional songbird and usually always figured out a way to escape.
His life in captivity was altered drastically when we moved to the farm and he spent the past few years exclusively as an outdoor cat – hunting and exploring whenever he cared to. However, he spent a majority of the time curled up on the front porch napping with his buddy (and nephew) Luther.
His passion was raiding my garage and seeking where I had hidden my work gloves. He would drag them out and distribute them around the yard and driveway. It was a little game for us.
Prior to that, he was notorious for finding little bags of stuff and scatter them around as well. Everything from sewing bobbins, pins and metal sewing machine parts in Sherry’s sewing and monogramming shop to my nuts and bolts in the garage. If they were in a baggie, they were fair game.
He never tore anything up or damaged them in any way. It was simply a game of hide and seek for this prankster.
And, I will add that since he moved outdoors, we definitely do NOT miss the gobs of fluffy white fur all over the house – choking the fans and air filters.
Sadly, Lola passed unexpectedly on 6/20/2024.
When Sherry got home from the goat farm that afternoon, we jumped in the pool to cool off. While soaking, we were discussing Jackson’s last days as he gets feebler and feebler as his rear legs are beginning to fail him. As an 18+ YO Border Collie, his longevity is already somewhat astounding.
Wouldn’t you know a half hour later, as we were feeding everybody, we noticed Lola was in distress. He is nearly as old as Jack and had his tongue hanging way out and appeared to be struggling to breathe. We felt so helpless. He’d still move around trying to get comfortable so Sherry grabbed a box for him to curl up in. Once he was placed in the box, he moved around a bit but ended up laying down on his side but his head was against the side staring up at us with his eyes wide open. I’m not sure if his eyes were seeing anything at that point but he was as loved as he could be. He was in there maybe 3 minutes and let out 2 (almost) “chirps” and he was gone. Thankfully, he passed quickly. Afterward, we repositioned him in a natural way and closed his eyes.
Lola is the first loved pet to be buried in our pet cemetery. The other burial there was the feral momma cat that left us with her hyper-breeding offspring barn cats. So for Lola, she got a burial with full feline honors.
This is at least the 3rd time I was puzzled about how to get a tree/limb down SAFELY (without me ending up paralyzed). Plus, I also seem to always deal with these when I am on my own (with no one around to call 9-1-1).
This limb while not all that large was snapped off and hung up in other branches between the garage and the house.
I noticed this up there a few days ago. It’s not that big but could definitely injure someone falling from high in the tree so I contemplated my options.
To saw it clean, I might have been able to reach it with my tallest ladder set up in the back of my truck bed backed up to the tree. But there is nothing worse than trying to make a cut with a chainsaw while precariously perched high in the air.
The other option was to try to throw a rope around it to pull it down. To get close enough to it would also require the ladder in the pickup trick but wouldn’t be nearly as high and a simple throwing motion is better than operating a chainsaw.
Luckily, nature AGAIN took care of it for us, as it was laying on the ground when we got up this morning.
Although the “nub” will still bother my sense of order and should be cleaned up, the fact it is 40′ in the air will temper my urge to get after it.
As with the large dead pine across the field from the 1st above photo, that I sawed nearly through and ended up binding my saw. I was able to pound a wedge in to free the saw but the tree remained standing. Rather than accept any more risk, I simply backed away and left it there at the edge of our field. In a matter of 2 or 3 days, the wind did the rest. Once it fell, I retrieved my wedge and cut it up for firepit fuel. These have already been used for a few Viking Funerals for dead critters.
The other was another large pine that blew against it’s neighbors on the edge of the woods behind the shop. My saw was too small for the trunk so a neighbor friend came over with a larger saw to saw it free from the root ball still mostly embedded in the ground. We then chained it to his truck but there was no way we were pulling it down – it stayed hung up in the trees. My next idea was to wait until haying season and try to pull it down with the tractor we hired for that. Since haying season was still months away though, I wasn’t keen about keeping everything away from there. Luckily, the wind dropped the tree to the ground a day later. With the return of high tick season, I tabled further work there and still have plenty to cut up when cooler weather returns in the fall. There is also a nice oak that the pine blew into. It didn’t kill it (yet) but that has a notable lean to it as well and I’ll be harvesting that one for heating wood as the ample pine available is only burned outside in the firepit.
Our relative remoteness and new “occupation” necessitates keeping a close eye on the sky. However, the outlook from various angles vary widely so we are never sure what to expect.
Here’s the current forecast from this site, using an RSS feed from (I believe) Mountain View, 20 miles to our south – even though I labelled it Hartshorn.
And, here is Weather Undergrounds forecast for the same period.
Our weather radio (that keeps me up at night blaring alarms for RAIN every 20 minutes) sits inches to the left of my office monitor. That will give me the direct NWS forecasts and usually provides a 3rd option of what could happen.
Then, we have the local radio stations providing additional views. Here, I sometimes trip myself up by streaming WDGY or another MN station and the forecast initially startles me until I realize that forecast isn’t for our locale.
Then, we have the ever present YouTube weather porn industry continually forecasting Armageddon for Missouri that rarely materializes. Here, thankfully, the risk skirts just to our north so I guess I should be concerned. Also, Sherry left this morning for MN for a nieces wedding and will be driving directly through the red blob of horror. But, she left early enough that she should easily get through it before everything heats up but I’ll keep praying.
I guess it’s not a big deal. I can just digest it all, take a look outside and usually get a pretty good idea of what will happen and when – and then we plan activities and tasks accordingly.
My BIG hang up right now is having a convertible that doesn’t exactly have a trustworthy hydraulic system for raising/lowering the roof. I’ve got it open now and I think I could close it if needed but am not certain so it ONLY rolls out of the garage if there is NO chance of any rain whatsoever. It looks like it is staying inside today.
I expected much worse. I envisioned daily sessions with the leaf blower clearing pathways through the swarms of decaying carcasses. I’ve heard some parts of this county ARE experiencing such an infestation but just a minor nuisance for us so far. Luckily, we are on the very western edge of one of the 2 varieties making their presence known, so not as bad as further east of here.
I heard a local entomologist explain that the infestation is directly related to the conditions in that area when they went underground. If there is something favorable for them in that area, they’ll be back when their cycle tells them to emerge. I heard of one farmer a little west of Houston, MO who is inundated with them and the farm across the road (their in-laws), has no such problem.
We still find bugs (dead or still alive but dormant) everywhere. I had one land on my bare back and sort of creeped me out when I brushed it away and it was the size of my thumb. Overall though, they are quite docile – just waiting to die. However, now it appears that even the chickens have had their fill of them.
Even though they are not swarming everywhere, they are still plentiful. This young tree across the driveway exploded in fleeing bugs when my errant frisbee shot disturbed them. A huge cloud took flight and then returned to the tree. Notice the little holes? Once they have mated, they’ll find such a tree and embed their eggs in the holes. They keep digging and burying eggs in such a way spiraling up the tree until they are empty. Then, they find a quiet place to die – which are the ones we see on the buildings or any other place to perch.
What is measurable however is the noise. I previously heard that it will be deafening but it took us a while to recognize it. I expected the high pitched buzzing noise we’d hear high in the trees late in the summer in MN. But this is more of a frog sounding chirp you’d normally hear in the evening but this blares all day long. It’s similar to the tinnitus we are adjusting to in our advanced years – just much louder. And it dies down at sunset – opposite of the frog chirping. (We’ve learned the frogs “peep” down here – unlike MNs ribbit or croaking).
Here is an example of the din from our morning walk with the dogs. This is along the front edge of our back woods and sadly the phone video doesn’t do it justice. Turn it UP! For perspective, you’ll hear Sherry calling the dogs towards the end of the clip.
What is drastically different from normal is the cicadas drone on all day long but quiet down at sundown. That’s when you can hear the actual crickets and frogs.
But, in a few more weeks, we’ll be done with them. The new generation (larvae) will be burrowing into the ground for the next several years before it is their turn to emerge for their final 2 weeks of fun.
As I mentioned earlier, We are filling our pool using rainwater this year.
Rainwater collection for the pool.
I have also tied in the back of the house since this picture.
The good?
Natural (ample over time) water source.
Doesn’t tax the well and pump.
Water is naturally softened and balanced in PH/alkali content.
The bad?
Until the pool is nearly full and the pump/filtration can be activated, the untreated collected water is stagnating in the sun. In the interim, I set up a simple sump pump to run through the filter system to keep the water moving during this filling stage.
Collected water is (or quickly turns) greenish brown. Much appears to be sediment that can be brushed/swept away. Once the level reaches the filter basket and the main pump is active, a thorough vacuuming of all pool surfaces should greatly clear up the murkiness and the chemicals should do the rest.
Update 20240518: With the pool now full (mostly pump/well at 1″ per hour – as the forecasted deluges never materialized), I am switching into clean up mode. The problem is it appears our 1 year old pump is now bad. After a few weeks of collecting stagnant untreated water, it was quite putrid originally. Once I realized our pump wasn’t pumping, I swapped in a sump pump I had on hand and forced that through the pump/filter housing. After a few hours, the water cleared up considerable. However, what I really need to do is thoroughly vacuum every surface to get all of the pollen and other sediments that landed in the pool along with the seeds from the various trees. However, I can’t do that until I have a working pump running from the debris basket to the pump/filter and that won’t be delivered for a few days yet.
Damn. And we’ll be getting close to 90 tomorrow.
UPDATE 20240616: The completed pool project is working wonderfully. Here is my final solution.
Besides making MacGyver insanely jealous, there is a method to the madness. All rainwater from the gutters flows into the pool via the elevated pipe in the middle. It is elevated because that is a regular walking path. Then, starting on the far right, that gray object beneath the ladder is where the water is supposed to flow back into the pool after the pump. However, it wasn’t until the pool was filled that I discovered this was plugged (maybe a mud dauber) so I bypassed this and have the hose from the pump (white hose beneath ladder) flowing directly into the pool. I then installed a valve below the new filter basket so I can work on pump/filter issues without the pool draining down to the bottom of the basket. The nearly horizontal hose traversing right to left is for when we flush (backwash) the sand filter and discharges close to the ground. The little “U” shape hose in the middle does nothing. This pool came with multiple options and this could be used for a heater but we don’t need it so we simple ran a hose from one connection to the other. I could also simply plug each one but haven’t found anything suitable. The hose coming from the left is another “option” that wasn’t used. However, now with rainwater pouring in during storms, this keeps the pool from overflowing and the water depth can be adjusted simply by turning this fitting to the desired level. All overflow water flows out the same discharge as the backwash/rinse modes of the sand filter. On forecasts of heavy storms or rain, I’ll hook up our RV drain hose to that discharge so the flood flows downhill away from the yard.
I know that is more than anyone cares to know but just know this set up is working “swimmingly”. (Sorry, I couldn’t resist).
Last year, we just set the pool up in the middle of the yard, trying to catch sunlight and avoid being under the pecan trees (for obvious reasons). It wasn’t ideal (too close to the chicken run) so we decided to relocate it closer to the house.
We intended to set up at the south end of the house, so that meant removing 2 huge limbs on the 2 pecan trees above.
There is nothing more fun than operating a chainsaw while perched high on a ladder!
We did the first one (#2 above) a few weeks ago. It was pointing straight to where this pic was taken from – slightly overhanging the fence in the foreground. Hoping to avoid the fence, I cut the “hinge” so it should fall to the right into the yard. I had to take down the line of lights that ran from the house to the garage as well as our network cable suspended above (just below yellow line).
I was paranoid about it kicking out the ladder I was perched high up on so I positioned the ladder opposite the limb as much as possible but made the cutting action very awkward. It safely fell but it DID also wipe out that section of fence. Oh well, it was separating from the post anyway and needed attention. Luckily, I only had to replace that 1 section next to the gate.
For the other tree (#1), this wasn’t as high so was easier to get at. From the ground, I estimated that the very tip of the falling limb might brush the lights/network cable that were reinstalled after the first limb was removed. Turns out 8″ or so DID brush the line but were very small branches and the line wasn’t damaged at all. I cut the larger sections into 4′ lengths – hoping to mill it down to be usable for building projects and the smaller sections were cut up for firewood to be used next year. I was surprised at how much wood we got out of those 2 limbs but both were 12+” diameter at the base.
Yesterday, with a rare nice day in an endless string of monsoons and storms, we got the pool set up and used the well to put in the first 8 or 9 inches of water while we smoothed out the bottom.
However, rather than taxing our well/pump, we’ll be using the storms to fill it the rest of the way, rather than turning the yard into muck.
Rainwater collection for the pool.
One of our goals is to eventually capture as much rainwater as possible – from all 4 buildings so this is the first stage of that. Rather than dropping into a bucket (or pooling up in the yard), I rerouted the front side gutter to turn the corner to continue down the side of the house. In the middle (between the bedroom windows), I put in a downspout that typically fills a rain bucket. With a simple (temporary) modification, it will now fill the pool. In a couple hours time, I could (and will eventually) tie in the back side gutters the same way. Now, I am curious to see how quickly it fills.
Once filled, we’ll strain out the larger debris (and bugs) and the pool pump, filters and Roomba type pool vacuum will take care of the rest. Once clear, I can treat the water to the right PH/chlorine balance just as we did previously.
One concern is that until it is filled, the pool is vulnerable to wind damage from storms so will be watching the forecast closely and will remove the legs (and lower the profile) by dropping the top ring down onto the rest of the pool.
We’ll experience this season as it is to be certain we like the location but the plans are (if we like it) to recess the pool halfway into the ground and then build a simple deck around part or all of it.
Finally, I had been noticing my zero turn wasn’t cutting very well so I winched it up in the shop and saw this.
That’s a new (black) blade behind an old one removed from the mower. I’d call it a bit worn, wouldn’t you?
All 3 blades were quite mangled and is why I noticed uncut lines in the mowing path as they no longer overlapped as they should.
Now, I need to refrain from using the zero-turn for the rough stuff and save that work for my “NASCAR” tractor. That’s my old Craftsman with a broken front axel that only turns left. I bought a welder to fix it but first I need to learn how to weld.
Sadly, we recently lost Ruthie unexpectedly. It was in the morning after being let out of the coop to the run. Soon after she was down on the ground but remained upright moving her head and the 2 roos kept “hitting on her”. I’d nudge them off but then we noticed something wasn’t right with Ruthie and she wasn’t trying to flee their advances as the hens usually do. Sherry picked her up and she was visibly in distress by this time and vomiting. She died within minutes. We are suspecting a heart attack but have no way to know for sure. We’ve kept close watch on the others and the rest all seem fine.
Luckily, she was able to have a Viking funeral. Maybe not a real boat but I had a huge brush pile built up with all of the tree work I had been doing and planned to burn it off now that everything has greened up. I added some good sized logs to arrange around her (in the shape of a boat) and set it off. It burned hot and heavy for a good hour and by the time it was all done in the evening, it was simply a small pile of ashes out in our field. I know I should have “processed” her but just didn’t have the bandwidth at the time. She would have been a tasty treat for the dogs and cats (or me) though.
It’s too bad. She was certainly our prettiest hen and a consistent egg producer.
Today was the annual springtime plumbing day. With an extensive above ground PVC plumbing network, periodic repairs are a necessity.… Read more: On The Job Training
-