Patio!

Last week we dug out what seemed to be 10 tons of dirt to put in our new patio.

Here’s some photos of our progress:

Pennsylvannia blue stone

Step one: carry in 50+ lb slabs of Pennsylvania blue stone….and so it begins….

And so it begins...

Matt putting in our timber edging.

Lakota approves of the walkway stone placement.

digging…..digging….& more digging….

and then there was dirt

Mohawk approves of his new & bigger dirt hole.

Walkway into backyard

Our new walkway into our backyard.

To replace Mohawk's dirt hole

Patio!

Our new sitting area

A nice upgrade from a dirt hole if you ask me.

Mohawk misses his hole, but this warm pea gravel will have to do.

Now for a fun colored door and farm house light...

Now for a new fun colored door and farm house light & potting bench!

Meet Lakota Sioux!

Well it was about time for Mohawk to get a playmate. Lakota is our new 4 month old Bloodhound pup. She is fitting right in at home with her new family. Mohawk and Lakota love to play all day and Lakota loves to snuggle up with her big brother at night.  We all have been enjoying our snowy winter together and hope that everyone is having a great holiday season!

Summertime in Boulder

June has come and gone…it’s hard to believe summer is almost over. Matt and I have been busy juggling work schedules, summer visitors, and keeping up with the garden.  Here is a picture Montage of what we’ve been up to so far…

Summer and Beer....like peas in a pod...no really our peas turned out awesome this year!

Peas!

Swiss Chard

The Zuchinni is growing nicely

Fennel

Chamomile drying for tea

Greens...

Greens...

And more Greens!

Below are a few pictures of our trip to Buena Vista with the family.  We took my dad on his 1st 14′er hike and we all went white water rafting in Browns Canyon on the Arkansas river.

Luckily the busyness of our summer is starting to slow down and we are looking forward to more hiking, camping, and getting out on the water.

View of the Arkansas with South Main BV in the distance

Mohawk's 4th 14'er!

Summit of Mt. Elbert 14,433'...dad's 1st 14'er!

Busy as a Bee

Hello again!

Matt and I have both been super busy over the past couple of months. I had a very productive semester of classes and am almost finished wrapping that up. I passed my BIG test and am officially a full-time student again in the Interior Design Program at CSU. Check out my update in the Design tab of the blog if you’re interested. Matt is extremely busy with work these days and will be starting shift work again real soon…he can’t hardly wait ; )  Needless to say, we are both ready for summer and getting back into the garden. We started planting some cool weather crops last week (peas, spinach, lettuce, chard) and even built a whole section for raspberries with a trellis system and everything. More blogs about Raspberries to come!

But enough about us, now for the real story THE  BEES……..

The bees have been super busy today and it made for a very eventful afternoon. If you didn’t already know we have a little openspace area basically in our backyard complete with stream, deer, fox, hawks, blue heron, you name it we got it…including bees! The church near our house created a community garden that lies directly behind our backyard in that openspace area and in this garden they have two beehives. These beehives showed up a little over a year ago and haven’t been a problem, until today.

I got home from class around noon today and went outside to uncover our newly planted raspberries, let the dog out, check on the chickens, the normal. Everything seemed fine until about an hour later when I noticed a lot of bee sounds. So I looked out the window and saw this huge swarm in our garden area along the back chainlink fence.  The swarm was interesting to watch, but pretty scary at the same time considering I had no idea what was going on. Within what seemed like only a few minutes that swarm had landed on a little shrub in our garden area and created a mass about the size of a basketball!

Honeybee swarm on our back fence.

I figured the bees came from the beeboxes that belonged to the church so I immediately raced over the the church to let them know what was going on. Of course when I got there no one knew what to do or what was going on with their bees either. The head of the church said he would call their “beekeeper” to find out more and that he would get in touch with me. Of course, this wasn’t enough so I started my research….haha!

Bee Box where bees swarmed out of.

As soon as I got home I looked up bee swarm online and within 20 minutes I think I already knew more than anyone at the church did about their own bees. If you can’t tell I’m a little frustrated at how this particular community garden is handled, but that’s a whole other story. Anyways, I learned that swarms are a natural occurrence and a means of reproduction of honey bee colonies. Every Spring a new honey bee colony is formed when the queen bee leaves the colony with a large group of worker bees, a process called swarming. In the prime swarm, about 60% of the worker bees leave the original hive location with the old queen. This swarm can contain thousands to tens of thousands of bees.

In preparation for the swarm, the worker bees create queen cups throughout the year. When the hive gets ready to swarm the queen lays eggs into the queen cups. New queens are raised and the hive may swarm as soon as the queen cells are capped and before the new virgin queens emerge from their queen cells. A laying queen is too heavy to fly long distances. Therefore, the workers will stop feeding her before the anticipated swarm date and the queen will stop laying eggs. Swarming creates an interruption in the brood cycle of the original colony. During the swarm preparation, scout bees will simply find a nearby location for the swarm to cluster. This intermediate stop is not for permanent habitation and will normally leave within three days to a suitable location. It is from this temporary location that the cluster will determine the final nest site based on the level of excitement of the scout bees.

When a honey bee swarm emerges from a hive they do not fly far at first. They may gather in a tree or on a branch only a few meters from the hive. There, they cluster about the queen and send 20 -50 scout bees out to find a suitable new nest location. The scout bees are the most experienced foragers in the cluster. An individual scout returning to the cluster promotes a location she found. She uses a dance similar to the waggle dance to indicate direction and distance to others in the cluster. The more excited she is about her findings the more excitedly she dances. If she can convince other scouts to check out the location she found, they may take off, check out the proposed site and promote the site further upon their return. Several different sites may be promoted by different scouts at first. After several hours and sometimes days, slowly a favorite location emerges from this decision making process. When all scouts agree on a final location the whole cluster takes off and flies to it. A swarm may fly a kilometer or more to the scouted location. This collective decision making process is remarkably successful in identifying the most suitable new nest site and keeping the swarm intact.

Okay so you get the picture….this is natural…the bees don’t want to harm me…..I get it….but they are still in my yard and I’m not getting near them. So I did the next best thing I called the local SWARM HOTLINE . Of course we have a swarm hotline…I remind myself, I live in Boulder! Actually most counties probably have local beekeeping associations that you can contact if you have a honeybee situation.  I was going to say Honeybee problem, but Honeybees aren’t a problem, they are really good to have around. They account for 80% of all insect pollination and without them we would see a significant decrease in the yield of fruits and vegetables. I just wish that our local church beekeepers knew how to manage their own honey bee hives.  It is considered good practice in beekeeping to reduce swarming as much as possible. Just think about it, if you were a cattle farmer and your cattle felt overcrowded and just got up and walked off your farm you probably wouldn’t be a very successful cattle farmer. That is exactly what happened with these bees. They felt crowded and left the hive in search of a new home and I found them one.

Well, this is turning into quite the read. So after much calling around, talking with the church, speaking with the president of the local beekeepers association and going back and forth all day long we all agreed that we needed the assistance of an experienced and knowledgeable local beekeeper. That is where “Hans and Frans” come into the story….our local Danish Beekeepin’ Buddies from Longmont. They were the nicest Father and Son bee caretaker team that I had ever met, not that I have met many. They showed up at my house around 5pm and were so appreciative that I contacted them to take the bees. They said that most people just try to kill the swarm themselves and that if they hadn’t gotten here that evening to take them away that the majority of the swarm would have died due to the cold temperatures that we were expecting that night.  So we spent the next 3 hours saving our little bee friends.

"Hans and Frans"

So here is a funny little tidbit. The two beekeepers show up and proceed to put on their suits and protective clothing then they ask if I would like to watch. So of course, I say yes, but where’s my protective clothing? Then Frans of the father, son duo proceeds to tell me that it’s okay, just stand back when I start shaking the fence with the swarm of bees on it……okay!!! So I took this picture only feet away from them as they were examining the swarm. After a few minutes I decided it was in my best interest to leave them to their beekeeping duties and to watch from my own backyard.

Hans checking out our chickens....

A good shot of them collecting the bees into their own box.

This swarm was very large and very hard to get to considering that the bees were intertwined in a shrub and two layers of fence. They said that most of the time the bees land in a nearby tree and they are easy to get to because you can just cut the branch and place the bees into the box, ‘piece o’ cake’. Well,  this particular bee collecting task was no ‘piece o’ cake’, it took them a little over 3 hours. It was a cool process to watch though. Their goal is to get the queen bee into the box, but that’s like finding a needle in a haystack. So they collect some and wait, collect some and wait, and repeat. As they wait the worker bees follow her scent into the box. Once they think that they have the queen and the majority of the bees in the box they wait some more. They rigged up the box to the same height as the residual members of the swarm so that they would make their way into the box on their own. This beekeeping business requires a lot of patience.  They managed to get almost all of the bees that night and they said that any bees that don’t make it into the box with them will most likely die from the cold.

Rigging up the box to collect the bees.

Well I certainly learned more about bees than I thought I would ever need to know. Matt made it home to watch the last two hours or so of the bee collecting. It made for a very eventful learning experience and certainly an interesting night for both of us.

Thanks Hans and Frans!

Oh and I have their number in case this happens again next year…

Merry Christmas!

From…

Mohawk and Lexi (GhostFace Killah)

Scramble
Frita
Sunny
Bocca…or..eh…Betsy…not sure which one. Either way I could only find one of em today.

And…

 

Matt and Sara

Hope everyone is having a happy holidays!

Who’s laying my eggs?

It’s hard to tell which chicken is laying the eggs when they first start up. You have no idea exactly what the egg color for each will be and they lay in their hut so its hard to see it happen (unless of course you’re as dedicated to chicken watching as Sara when she caught Scramble laying an egg). So we knew Scramble was laying and she was popping out some nice, big, beautiful eggs. We got another one this morning, it’s been about every 28 – 30 hours for Scramble. So when I went out this afternoon to check on them and clean out their pen I was much surprised to find another egg. This one was quite a bit smaller then the eggs we have been getting. It was also slightly darker, although not dramatically darker. Anyway, it was easy to tell that the egg wasn’t Scramble’s. But who’s could it be?

Well, here’s a way to figure out who’s laying. Go try to grab them on their back, if they squat down, throw their butts in the air and, as our friend Brian said, “Shake their tail feathers” then you know for certain that the chicken is sexually mature and laying eggs. So who’s egg is it? Experiment time!

Ok, so we know Scramble has already been laying. So the test is between Frita and Sunny. First one I tried to grab on the back was Frita and sure enough she squat right down and shook those tail feathers! Just to maintain the scientific method and all, I had to try Sunny, and as you might have guessed, no shaking it. So there you go, if you are ever curious if a chicken laid her first egg, just try to grab her on the back, and if she gets all excited (think Madonna or Lady Gaga songs) then she’s a new egg laying chicken.

We now have 2 chickens laying eggs, Frita and Scramble. Go chickens go!

A Christmas Miracle…

So our usual routine in the morning is the first one who wakes up has to go feed Mohawk breakfast, let him out, and then open the door to the run for the chickens, give them fresh water and make sure they have enough feed as well. We rarely check the nesting box seeing as they haven’t started to lay yet. Chickens start to lay around 18-22 weeks and ours are about 25 weeks old at this point so in my mind they should be laying soon. We have been told that laying can be delayed in the winter months due to the daylight hours being shorter, temperature extremes, and lack of enough calories to start the egg laying process. The coop that we have isn’t big enough to put a light or heater in and I don’t really want to run electricity out to their coop anyways.  If other birds can survive the cold in Colorado then our ladies can too. The one thing that we can do is give our ladies some extra cushion for the pushin’…calories I mean. So last week I went to our local feed shop and bought some chicken scratch. This has little to no nutritional value, just added calories to keep our ladies a little warmer at night. Plus it’s fun to take out a handful of the stuff and watch them fight over each and every corn kernel until they are all gone.

So long story short, on Tuesday I decided to check the nesting box before leaving for class and to my surprise I found an egg. I couldn’t believe it! Seeing as the shortest day of the year is only a week away, I’m not so sure I agree that chickens need 14 hours of daylight to be able to produce an egg. Maybe it was the extra calories that they have been getting over the past week or maybe it’s the unseasonably warm weather that we have been getting lately. It was 70 degrees here yesterday and we still have yet to see any snow in Boulder this year.  Whatever the reason it is very exciting to know that we won’t have to buy our own eggs anymore.

So now, who’s egg is it?…

 

Could it be yours Miss Scramble?

 

Since it was such a warm afternoon and since the chickens are now FINALLY doing their job, I decided that the coop needed a good scrubbing. To do this I have to keep the chickens in the run area where they have no access to the coop during this time. Scramble did not like this at all! She made some of the loudest pissed off clucking sounds that I have ever heard. This did not deter me from my cleaning, I just sped it up a bit. Once I finished and the coop was dry with fresh straw in the nesting box she ran right in and plopped herself down. She looked very relieved and started to calm down, almost not making any sound. So it must be Scramble who is leaving us eggs. I decided to watch not knowing if she was about to lay or how long it even takes to lay an egg. It took her about 20 minutes. I saw the whole thing. She sat clucking and turning around in her nest getting herself situated for about 15 minutes or so then with a flap of the wings, she stood up and out plopped an egg! It was pretty cool to see. Keep it up girls!

Scrambles first two eggs. Yum!

 

Mohawk

I’ve mentioned before when talking about foxes and hawks how animals reflect portions of us. I like to think that all animals and plants show us a piece of what we are and what we could or, more importantly, what we should be.

Mohawk is a dog. And to me that means something, it means that dog should do what I want him to do at all times. Does Mohawk understand what I want from him? Not always. Does he want to do what he thinks will make me happy? Always! The problem is my idea of what he should be and do, don’t always match with what Mohawk thinks is right. So, I get frustrated and yell and scream and try to make a dog understand my words. Who is in the wrong here? Is it him? Is his constant, unbelievably annoying barking at the deer his problem to fix? He doesn’t understand annoying. I’m sure he thinks he’s protecting the yard. Defend the house against all who would try to take it down! Or is it me that needs to be more understanding of Mohawk? After all, I’m human; he’s just a dog.

I’ll go for a run and sometimes I’ll take Mohawk, and he loves it, he loves to see the world with his tongue hanging out. But I think (and maybe this is just my selfish view) that he likes his time with me even more. There is a time during the run, after he gets all of his initial crazy energy out and before he is too tired where we are in perfect harmony. No leash needed. He likes the connection, the lack of speaking. He likes me not trying to get him to fit in some pre-defined notion of what I think a dog needs to be. He and I, we both love that moment in the middle of the run when we are on the same page.

What do I learn from Mohawk? Well, lots of stuff… he has taught me to be more understanding. It’s the intentions that count. He is not trying to annoy me by barking at the deer. The same goes for all the people in your life. It’s not fair to put people in pre-defined idea of what they should be. It’s not what they say, it’s not even what they do, it’s what they mean to say and do.  The ability to look past the actual words to the meaning behind them means a lot.

Mohawk doesn’t understand many words, but I guarantee that he understands the emotion and meaning behind everything I do and say. He knows I love him even when I can’t bring him on a run.

Mohawk watching over his yard.

You're goin down Deer!

Being chicken


Sara and I built a mobile run for the chickens so that they could graze on the lawn. This thing was 10’x5’ and had a top and was perfect for chickens… nothing could get to them and they had access to a mobile pen that could lead them all over the green rich lawn of ours. Well, I’m sure you could guess, that mobile run was not a hit. The chickens hated it. They ran around looking for a safe spot, none to be found. They fought with each other like I’ve never seen them fight before. So we put them back in their eglu and sure enough they calmed down immediately. So freedom (or perceived freedom, in this case) wasn’t everything? They liked the security of the chicken coop more than the freedom of the lawn. hhmm?

Remember not to be chickens. Do not be scared of freedom. Security is great, its always good to know where your ‘coop’ is and how to get back to it, but don’t let that stop you from trying to get to the green grass.

Chickens can’t think. We can. Don’t stop, don’t let fear cloud your judgment like a chicken. Realize that risk, calculated risk, is how we get to that ”greener grass”.

 

Small Steps

So I haven’t written in a while. Sorry! We were super busy there for a while and then I just got writers block or something and I could not think of anything to write about. Anyway, I had to go with some deep thoughts to get back into the writing mood. Just some stuff to get your brain turning.

I read this opinion piece from Harrison Ford the other day and it made me think about how big the environmental problems are. I thought, “it must be nice to be rich and powerful and have all that time.” It wasn’t until today that I realized two things. 1. We, each and every one of us, are the luckiest creatures in the KNOWN universe. 2. We can all do little things to make the world a better place.

First, Earth is amazing! There is no other place (that we know about) like it in the universe. Think about that. And while you are thinking about that, think about how amazing it is to be able to THINK ABOUT THAT! To know. To reason. To look at the world and realize where you fit in, and desire to change how you fit in the world.

In a weird way, chickens are great at pointing out how lucky we are to have big brains. They have such simple lives. Their greatest joy is when the cage opens in the morning. I walk out every morning and as soon as the chickens hear me coming down to wish them a good morning they start to scratch at the coop door. They can’t wait to get out “into the world!” Their world, entire world, is the coop and the run just outside the coop. They want nothing more.

The universe is big and at the same time our world is small.  Think how lucky you are to be able to look at the sky and realize that you are just a small piece of that universe. Look at the stars and wonder. Wonder about the other planets that might be like ours. Think about how amazing it would be to set foot on a new Earth. Earth2.0. Now, look down at your feet. At Earth1.0.  Realize how lucky you are to be standing here. You are on the only known planet that supports life. Not only are you alive, but you can think about being alive. The universe is more than this world and yet it is our only world. Our only way to live. Do something small to make this world better. Sara and I’s thing is eating local. Maybe try to recycle. Maybe your thing is to bike to work  and not use a car as much. We can’t do everything, we can’t be Harrison Ford. Pick something small to focus on and make that a priority and you will have done your part for the world we all rely on.

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