New sprayer boom

I keep working on getting the star thistle sprayed in the CRP. It had not been controlled for a decade so it made some inroads. The wind and heat has been dictating when I can spray so it has been hit and miss to get it done but I managed to get in a solid three days last week. I can usually get 3-4 tanks done before the wind or the heat picks up enough that I can no longer spray. There are a lot of old coyote dens out in the CRP! It makes driving around on the tractor surprising. You can get lulled into a back and forth rhythm then WHAM, you hit a huge hole and the front tire has fallen in. It takes four wheel drive and going backwards to get out.

The miniature bunnies are all along the fence line. They are living in every single rock crib. This little furry creature thought that if it just held still I would not see it. I guess in its mind it worked as I just snapped a picture and kept on driving. Nothing harassed it so it was successful. We have one down along the driveway also. Annmarie and I were just commenting that we never see babies and we only ever see one at a time yet they keep multiplying.

When I got down to the house I tried to back into the machine shed. Unfortunately, the boom on the left had flopped down and I ran it right into the upright wooden pillar. This caused a bend on the back rigid bar. It was bent too much, when I let the boom down it was pointed forward at a 45 degree angle, no good. In typical farmer fashion I figured I could just straighten it out by hooking it on the same post but pulling with the tractor to straighten it out. Surprisingly, this took quite a bit of effort on the tractor’s part and all it did was break the hokey fix I had done a couple of years ago in the middle. So now I had two issues.

The answer at this point is to just take it apart and rebuild it. But this means relying on my welding skills. They are improving, but that first weld two years ago was so bad I had to screw two holes into the patch and put screws in them. I am getting much better and that was one of my very first repairs. It also held for two years! I went to Irish Iron (Packy’s) and got some square tubing, a small piece of square tubing to go inside both pieces to hold them in alignment when I welded them. I also picked up some channel iron for the gun rack on the Kubota tractor. I was there so I figured I would just get it all.

I had to take it all apart, busted one of the bolts in the process and then had to cut the swing safety ends off. They need to be welded onto the new piece. Since I was having to rebuild the thing anyways I decided to do some improvements to its design. I have a boom and a wand attached but the valve to switch is under the tank currently and it is a standard yard hose Y splitter. So I purchased two valves to weld onto the top of the bar to switch between the wand and boom. I also moved the boom left/right valves to an upright direction so I now have four valves mounted on the spray bar. It was surprisingly not bad once I got the wire feed speed adjusted. I had to slow it down from the Gingerman’s settings. I cannot weld at 200, I did fine at 175 speed. I have no clue what the value for the setting is, I just know the bigger the number the faster the wire comes out.

I go it all welded together and broke the ancient handle off of one of the old valves. I tried to weld it on, it took two attempts before I realized the valve stem is bronze. I will have to eventually replace that valve but for now it will work fine. I have learned to just grab some color of spray paint and cover up the bare metal when I am done. It helps control the rust. I was putting all of the tubing on with hose clamps and of course on the very last clamp the standard screwdriver slipped and dug a gouge out of my thumb. It would not stop bleeding so I whipped out the little first aid kit I have on the tractor. The requisite blood sacrifice for a farm project was given.

The fires have already started to burn all around us. It is a little early for fire season but our lack of rain is starting to show. It does make for a fantastic sunset!

Predators 2/Farm 5

Well it has been a long two weeks and we are starting to make some progress on the predators. I continue to take time 2-4 times a week to drive around the entire property looking for coyotes. I had to take Snoop up to the boneyard. He up and died on us last week. He spent the last couple of days just lounging around. It was hot so he decided to just sit under the sprinkler to stay cool. He was by far the alpaca with the most personality. We are not really sad, he lived two years longer than we thought he would and he was ancient.

I was driving Snoop up to his eternal resting spot, the boneyard, when I spotted a couple of coyotes. I stopped, kept the tractor RPMs up high and proceeded to dispatch two coyotes with two shots. The not being able to hit them at a dead run thing is rough on your confidence level. I only have 12 rounds of 243 left out of the ones my father loaded by hand almost 20 years ago. I will need to get some more loaded as I am going to run out of them before the summer is out. I was out spraying the CRP for star thistle and spotted a coyote on my way back to the house to get another load of spray. The coyote never slowed down and once it ran for the fence it just kept running. I was going to give it time to settle down and stop but it did not do that. So I just started throwing lead at it, I managed to get off four shots before it got out of range.

It is painful to just hold onto a rifle for hours on end while bouncing around on a tractor. I need some form of rifle holder on the tractor. I am going to put it on the Kubota. We mow and spray with that tractor so it has more time on it throughout the year. I am going to weld a holder onto the lift arms, an upside down U and then bolt a set of rifle holders with bungee straps to hold the rifle in place. I just need to make the U tall enough that when I lower the bucket the U doesn’t hit the hood on the tractor. I have a bent support that I replaced I am thinking about just cutting it in half to use as the uprights. It is already painted bright orange so I would just need to grind the paint off near the weld. I am becoming a lot more comfortable with the wire feed welder. I had to slow down the feed speed from 200 to 175 so that I could make a molten pool and push it along. Once the rifle holder is in place I will then need to work on a new varmint rifle. I need one with a synthetic stock so it can take the bouncing around and beating it is going to be subjected to every time we hop on the tractor. I am thinking about the sights as it will take a beating.

Milo, the wonder dog, helped me cap a couple of raccoons in the last week, so the farm is currently ahead of the predators this year. Our cows are calving but so far we only have three calves out of six cows. We don’t think one of them is pregnant. The cows do not seem to have any issues with the coyotes. I think the momma cows are just too mean and protective when a dog shaped animal is near the calves.

Border Terrier logic

We have a 16 month old border terrier. Annmarie has been working with him and takes him to the hospital to become a therapy dog. He loves everyone and will let anyone pet him. He does not get ruffled, riding elevator, around walkers, canes, wheelchairs, noisy IV pumps, emotional families, emotional patients. He is pretty much a loving rock.

At home he has decided that the yard is his space. We have barn cats that sneak down to eat the porch kitty food and he tends to harass them at bedtime because they are not supposed to be there. Last week we let the dogs outside at bedtime and told them it was bedtime potties. Milo ran around the yard and next thing we know he is barking up a storm. I knocked on the side window to get him to quit barking, it did nothing. I went and opened the small window in the laundry room and hollered at him, no response or let up on the noise. Then he starts doing this weird baying sound and is fighting with something outside the back door.

I grab the spotlight and my pistol and just step out the back door looking for the cat. Milo has a full size raccoon trapped on the cat food ledge and every time it tries to get off the ledge on the front side, Milo drives it back. I call him off and he comes right to me. The raccoon is promptly dispatched. I have friends who say I should live trap and move them. The problem is that everyone else in town live traps them and turns them loose at the edge of our property so there is an endless supply of raccoons (i.e “chicken killers”). I figured out that since we have moved back home I have had over 300 chickens killed by raccoons. A chicken won’t even lay an egg until it’s over 6 months old. That is a time and money commitment. I don’t have any sympathy for the raccoons anymore.

This week our heat pump went out on Sunday night so we ended up sleeping downstairs. It was 2 degrees cooler downstairs than upstairs. Annmarie let Milo outside around Midnight because he woke her up. Normally he sleeps through the entire night upstairs with us. Around 0130 he starts raising a ruckus. I wake up to Annmarie hollering my name and hollering at our big dog to get inside. The border collie keeps trying to run upstairs because she knows if I am running outside in the middle of the night I am armed. I grabbed the spotlight and my pistol and run out onto the front porch. Milo is hollering, growling and some other creature is hollering. I get to the front porch and I can tell that they are down in the water in the ditch under the crossing board. I think Milo has another raccoon pinned into the corner and he is just waiting for me to show up. I get across the hillside and Milo has another raccoon by the throat in the water and mud and is not letting go. I call him off and he just lets go and moves six feet away. The raccoon is dispatched but when I went to take Milo inside the house he is absolutely filthy. In his need to dominate he failed to take into account his surroundings, he was covered in mud and water. He had to sleep on the back porch and then get a shower the next day before he could go back to work.

We are pretty sure no one at work believes us. He is the calmest gentlest dog when he is there. Now every night when we let him out for his bedtime routine he runs the entire length of the fence patrolling to make sure that no raccoon has encroached.

It’s Hot

We came home earlier in the week and were greeted by the big truck sitting in the road. The Gingerman has been working on the truck, has it running and the brakes working on it. He has a few more things to do before we convert it to a fire fighting apparatus for the farm. We are going to put a couple of large totes for water, a pump and a hose reel on it so we can have some fire suppression if we decide to burn. On the off chance we have a fire nearby we can go out and meet it. It would have been handy when I caught the railroad ties on fire. Peeing on them to put out the fire takes a lot of effort.

The truck was blocked it just rolled down into the road, no one is sure how it did it. I could not get it started then the Gingerman told me that the battery was unhooked. I dropped the positive terminal on and smashed it a couple of times with a wrench. It still would not start. I took positive terminal wire off and then told Annmarie we would just need to drive around it for a week. The Gingerman stopped by a few days later and actually installed and tightened the battery post cable and it started up just fine! It is now blocked with some heavy duty tire chocks.

The back creek, Stewart Creek, is no longer running. There are a few spots of water behind our house but they will most likely be dry by the end of the week. The frogs will all move into our garden and tall grass. They can make quite the cacophony. We are so used to it that it is just drift off to sleep noise. The roosters crowing, the frogs serenading, the alpaca fighting , the sheep and lambs hollering, the cows bellowing and the occasional horse whinny it is mostly relaxing.

I picked the garlic today, we turned off the water about three weeks ago. I will let the dirt dry out and tomorrow I will cut off the tops and put it all in a paper sack for storage. I have about four of the largest heads picked out to use as seed for the fall. I also collected a whole bunch of chive seeds. I want to toss random flower seeds into the front flower beds and just see what grows. I am now going out to the apricot tree about every three days and picking up the ripe fruit off the ground. I keep about 75% of it and the rest I toss over the fence to the sheep. Our old ancient apple tree is shedding apples so I spent about thirty minutes cleaning them off the ground and tossing them over to the sheep. They love it. I was only able to pick about four apricots off the tree that were actually ripe. I like to wait until the fruit is full of sugar before picking it. When it is your tree you can wait until the very last minute. Annmarie and I cut and pitted about 12 cups for the freezer. We freeze them in one cup batches so she can use them for her breakfast smoothie. It takes a lot of frozen fruit to make it 365 days! We are going to be able to fill an entire upright freezer full of frozen fruit this year.

Summer is here

I had promised the better half that I would spend part of Saturday doing some things for her. So Mr Rainman and I drove over to Milton Freewater and repaired a couple of items on the outside of the church that required a 30’ ladder. No one was injured. I did notice that I now actually pay attention to where I am putting my feet as I go up and down the very tall ladder. I used to just scramble up it without a care in the world. I am getting a little older every year.

We had picked up a “farmer pack” of 2×4 boards from Tum a Lum. They were warped boards of various lengths that they just bundle together and sell as a unit. We needed to make branch props for the fruit trees and $3/board seemed like the right price, considering they were just going to be out in the weather getting warped. We cut notches in one end and went out and propped up branches on our little plum tree. It is sagging horribly. I used a couple on the apricot tree also. This is the first year we have had apricots. We have had that tree for over seven years and I always thought it was decorative. This spring Annmarie was out working on the bees and told me to just cut the tree down as we were not getting any fruit and suddenly we have fruit!

After we had that done, Mr Rainman went home and I went out to attempt to repair our grain cracker. It had one too many rocks go through it earlier and the auger portion kept getting jammed. I needed to weld the ridge back on top of the auger, the three feed windings needed to be raised. The trouble is that Mr Gingerman converted the welder from a stick welder to a flux core wire feed. I did not take the second half of the welding class where we were taught how to weld with a wire fed machine. I had tried the day before to get an arc without any success. I gave up and then that night while talking to the Gingerman at dinner he figured out I was not pulling the trigger! You don’t have a trigger when you are stick welding! I was able to get the welder working and to get some material built up so I can make the auger work correctly. I did have to hit it with the grinder when I was done but the grain cracker is back in business! It won’t do as fine as it used to but if I can milk it along for another year it will have been a solid investment. We have already saved over $1000 on feed for a $200 purchase. It has really worked out well and the chickens love it.

On Sunday we worked on getting a temporary fence up in the front yard. This is so we can bring the animals onto the front hillside to knock it down. Milo got three pieces of cheat grass in his ears and had to go to the vet on Fourth of July, Ugh. So now the plan is for the animals to take it down to a couple of inches. We have been watering it so with this heat and water the clover should just snap right back nice and strong. The fence took about three hours to get in place and situated. Our border collie, Chance does not like it. We put it close enough to the rock wall that it is an eight foot leap for her to jump it. Even with the animals on the hillside she has not tried to scale the fence.