Saturday, 4 August 2018

Summer Harvest

For the most part, it's been a hot and dry summer, providing my honey bees with more foraging days than was the case last year. And they certainly have been making hay, I mean honey, while the sun shone. I'm now in the process of harvesting these burgeoning hives. Yes, it's hot, sticky and heavy work but the rewards are sweet!

Freshly bottled July honey. Pretty and delicious!

This year a handcart helped me transport the heavy honey supers.

As I get older and less robust, all conveniences are appreciated.

These colonies are remarkably docile and forgiving -- even as I steal their treasure.

Thank you girls! I do appreciate all your labours! Buttered toast awaits!

My old kitchen floor tiles were installed two decades ago. I had picked out white ones so that any mishaps by dog, cat or myself would be easy to see and deal with. Over the years, some of them had cracked and were turning up at the edges, especially in the winter. A potential tripping hazard, I thought. So I hired a local flooring company to install a new floor. In the show room, the faux wood sample appeared much lighter in colour while held in my hands than when finally installed on my kitchen floor. Light can be tricky that way and hind-sight is twenty-twenty. Disappointing, but I'm sure that in time I'll get used to my now much darker floor. It took cat house-mate, Ellie Mae, a couple of days before she considered it safe to walk on but then she is a tad paranoid. The 7 inch wide by 4 foot long vinyl planks have a cork backing which should make them more comfortable. Also, maybe the next time I drop a dish, it won't shatter to smithereens.

My old kitchen floor tiles were installed two decades ago.

The new LVP floor is darker than I'd expected. The pattern is called 'Chai Latte'.

Every couple of days I need to replenish my grape jam feeder. It's a big hit not only with Baltimore Orioles but also Red Breasted Grossbeaks, Northern Cardinals, Gray Catbirds, occasional honey bees and even a Ruby-throated hummingbird. I've gotten very partial to a pat of the grape jam and a slice of cheese on a cracker, myself.

Of a morning or evening I often see this doe strolling through my yards.

To encourage clover blossoms, I use my lawn mower sparingly. A wild turkey approves.

Sunday, 1 July 2018

Happy Canada Day

Happy Canada Day (previously known as Dominion Day), fellow Canuks! I hope you are all managing to keep cool in this heat wave.

Since I enjoy visiting other blogs so much, I thought it was time to contribute a few words from my patch.

In the last week of May, I picked up two honey bee nucs from our local supplier. I gave one a top feeder containing 50/50 sugar water and the other reclaimed honey. Both seemed equally acceptable to the bees.

My newly housed honey bee nucs on May 28th.

The right hand hive's top feeder contained 50/50 sugar water.

The left hand hive's top feeder contained reclaimed honey.

My lawns are now awash with the white blooms of Dutch clover. At first glance, it looks like patches of snow. One would expect to see honey bees all over these blooms, but raspberry flowers are currently receiving most of their attention.

Raspberry blossoms are high on their favourites list.

This morning I noticed that the bees weren't foraging at all, but were instead concentrating on cooling their hives. They were fanning like mad and clearly in need of better ventilation. So I removed the trays on the screened bottom boards, reversed the vent boxes under the roofs to expose screened openings, opened box ports and widened the bottom board entrances. Whew! The fanning bee beards shrunk immediately. When I checked on their progress I was surprised to see that these industrious little ladies had filled all of their frames with honey, pollen and brood. Emergency! In the relative cool of tomorrow morning, I'll reopen their hives and give them each of box of empty frames. So many blossoms, so little time!

Our heat wave is causing the bees to stay at home and fan their wings.

Much better ventilation after I opened some hive vents!

Yikes! I should have given them another box of frames before now.

Even the inner cover was crowded. Help is on the way, girls!

Saturday, 26 May 2018

May -- Whats Not To Like?

As usual, May has been a delightful month.

Baltimore Orioles, Rose-breasted Grosbeaks and Gray Catbirds are feeding at the grape jam dispenser. They are on their second jar of the treat.

Meanwhile the garden is already productive. I've been lunching on garden asparagus, and boiled wild nettle greens. Also, rhubarb is in season and I've been using it to make sauce, cold drinks and pie. I make pretty good bread (even if I do say so myself) but my pie crust certainly needs improvement. It's tasty enough but much too heavy. Perhaps the next time I'll try using shortening instead of butter.

The Royal wedding was a special viewing treat. The pagentry! The lovely frocks! The celebrities! The sumptuous flowers! The music! At least a quarter of my ancestors were from England so I do feel a strong connection to the U.K. Yes, Prince Harry and Meghan were gorgeous but for me, the beautiful horses were the stars of the procession. Windsor grays and Household Cavalry horses groomed and tacked to perfection. Wonderful! And those frosty glasses of Pimm's looked so refreshing.

I did find it interesting to see so many elegantly dressed and hatted ladies, tottering riskily on very high and thin heels during their long walk to St. George's Chapel. Many were clutching their escorts' arms for safety and studying the path ahead for imperfections. In contrast, the elder royals, in their nineties, strolled unaided and easily along. I guess fashion and vanity prevails today as it did for me, long ago.

The Baltimore Orioles are already on their second jar of grape jam.

A female Ruby-throated hummingbird has journeyed far with those long wings!

A Brown Thresher belts out a medley of the songs of other birds.

Spring-Beauties and a wee beetle beastie.

Let the cheerful bouquets begin!

The wonderful fresh scent of laundry, courtesy of the sun and gentle breezes.

Young nettle tops make a nutritious boiled side-dish green.

My rhubarb pie. Tasty but I really need to improve my pie crust recipe.

I hope this prevents "Your car was there but no one was home."

Thursday, 10 May 2018

A First For Me

Early yesterday morning, I was delighted to see a new guest using one of my bird feeders. This was a special treat because not only was my visitor exceptionally beautiful, it was also my very first sighting of an Indigo Bunting (Passerina cyanea).

Not yet fully blue, this little chap is likely a first-year male.

He certainly seemed to know his way around a bird feeder.

Always wise to check overhead for danger ...

... and get along nicely with the locals.

He calmly makes eye contact with the lady snapping her camera.

Weighing only half an ounce, he sits comfortably within a 1.5 inch square cage opening.

Saturday, 21 April 2018

Spring Ritual

Always a joyous event, today was my first sighting of returning Tree Swallows to my property this year. Consequently, Number Six on my 'To Do List' was immediately promoted to Number One. Namely, Clean Out The Bird Boxes! I had removed the old nests from these boxes last Fall but mice like to overwinter in them. Evictions (without prior notice) are inevitable. 

A Tree Swallow grooms while holding dibs on a chosen box.

House Number Two has squatters! Sorry mice folk but you have to go!

Granted, you are a little cutie, but you have no rental lease. Time to bail!

The Tree Swallows are about a week late in arriving this year. I find this understandable because five days ago a major ice storm covered the whole region of Eastern Ontario. Freezing rain and high winds brought power outages, school closures and many ice related accidents. I took the following snaps:

Ice coatings and icicles on April 16th, 2018.

Fluffed and hunched, this American Robin found shelter from the storm.

A red squirrel checks for edibles among blown down spruce twigs.

I saw no coyote tracks at all last winter and only an occasional fox track. But last night, in the wee small hours I heard a coyote singing near the house. On today's hike, I came across fresh scat and coyote tracks in the mud. They are back, perhaps to raise a family in our bush lot. Of mice, there are aplenty! They should make a good living.

A sparkling stream beside our bush lot and pine grove.

A pair of Mallard ducks paddle downstream as I intrude on their privacy.

Saturday, 24 March 2018

Getting My Owl Fix

As usual at this time of year, my Eastern Screech owls have stopped using my owl boxes for day roosts and have flown off to an unknown (to me) location to begin nesting. One of the abandoned boxes has been claimed by a pair of European Starlings. The first thing the male did was to remove the wood shavings that I installed last autumn in an effort to please the owls. The starling's rejection of the bedding reminded me of a new home owner redecorating to suit his own taste. (Ugh! this carpet just has to go!)

Early morning sunshine highlights a male European Starling's iridescence.

The female perching nearby, ponders the abandoned owl box's potential.


As much as I miss seeing my owls, I do have a compensation of sorts. Live streaming owl cams!

Located in Austin, Texas, the Jollyville Screech owl house hangs about 20 feet off the ground in a large live oak tree. Currently, a pair of Screech owls, named Olivia and Alton, are attending five eggs. I've seen Olivia rolling her eggs on a regular basis and it sounds a little like billiard balls clicking together. Careful there, lady. It's always interesting to see what food items the resourceful dad hauls back to the box for the patient mom. Live feed video of these owls can be seen at:

Blogger friend Jocelyn at Canadian Needle Nana, regularly shares pictures of her tasteful needle-art and of her elegant home and gardens. She also offers excellent recommendations on cuisine, books and films. Last year, she pointed out the live streaming video of a pair of Barred owls living in Indiana. Like thousands of others, we became hooked on watching these owls hatch their three eggs and successfully raise the youngsters. It was amazing to see how well-mannered the chicks were to each other and how patient and devoted the parents were. Again this year, the owl box camera shows a clutch of three eggs. I will be checking on them often, especially in the evenings, when the male is more active in bringing food items back to the nest. Here is the live feed, hosted by Wild Birds Unlimited:

Sometimes we don't see what the camera sees until we download and examine the pictures. Often the backyard bird feeder clientele will all freeze in unison. A predator bird is usually the cause but seldom seen by me, casually watching out a window. One of my snaps revealed a swooping surprise bird, too blurry to identify. It certainly puts me in mind of a hawk.

A Hairy woodpecker eyeballs an incoming bird. A hawk, perhaps?

A hungry chipmunk hoovers up sunflower seeds. Is that a baby-bump?

Remarkably calm-natured for a red squirrel, this cutie enjoys a peanut.

House-mate, Ellie-Mae enjoying a neck massage. Life is good!

Saturday, 10 March 2018

A Spruce Tree's Makeover

A good seventy years ago, my parents planted a small windbreak of pine and spruce trees close to our farmhouse. One of the white spruce trees is now a healthy looking specimen measuring five feet in circumference at my shoulder height. It's life expectancy is 200 years. Maybe not as long now. A pair of Pileated Woodpeckers (Dryocopus pileatus) have given it a dramatic makeover.

Large square holes resemble nesting cavities in the making.

On three sides of this tree, a half dozen deep holes were excavated.

Wounded deeply into the heartwood, spruce gum will surely flow.

Wood chips on the ground clued me to look further up.

 The mystery is why have this pair of pterodactyl look-alikes selected this particular tree? Our bush lot contains hundreds of dead trees that would be easier to excavate and much more private than this one located so close to the house. Are these young birds just practicing their carpentry skills?

Even if they don't follow through with nesting, in years to come other species will surely find the starter homes of interest.

The female Pileated Woodpecker ruffles her feathers as she suns on a spruce tree.

The wary male foraging on an elderly soft maple tree.