tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24912448196422876502024-03-13T09:09:46.790-06:00The Birds and the BeesA blog about our adventures in modern homesteading, hunting and gathering, raising chickens, beekeeping, gardening, cooking game, and living locally in small town Montana. Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger112125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491244819642287650.post-21488399928562017812013-05-25T23:07:00.001-06:002013-05-25T23:07:22.615-06:00Swarm ChasersThis May, we've had very good luck catching swarms. So far, we've caught and hived four, and we're always looking for more. Whitney joked today maybe we could get a show on cable TV: "Swarm Chasers"!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A beautiful May honey bee swarm in an apple tree</td></tr>
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With all this talk about swarms lately, people have been asking us a couple of questions again and again:</div>
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1) Why are your bees swarming?</div>
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2) How do you catch a swarm anyway?</div>
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1) Swarms are simply honey bee reproduction. Healthy vigorous honey bee colonies with plenty to eat swarm, just like birds hatch eggs, horses foal and elk calve. The difference is of course you don't consider each bee's reproduction, but the reproduction of the colony. In the wild, healthy honey bees would swarm every spring in order to spread their kind. This is why many of the older generations remember finding "honey trees" in the woods. These were swarms from some beekeeper that had gone wild (feral). Today, unfortunately with colony collapse disorder and all the other threats to honey bees, wild honey bees are pretty uncommon. </div>
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Swarming is a sign you have robust colonies that wintered with good numbers and plenty of honey to eat.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Catching a swarm</td></tr>
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2) catching a swarm is not actually as hard as it may seem - usually. Assuming the swarm is in a nice location (like the picture above) it's pretty simple to hold a hive box under the clump of bees and give the branch a firm knock. The bees will fall into the box and if you got the queen, you can then just leave the box near by and all the bees will file in. You can then go back in the evening and take the box where ever you want the hive. </div>
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Unless you saw the queen, you may not know if you got her. If you did get the queen, all the workers will point towards her and fan. This is how they spread the message of where the queen is, and is a very good sign. </div>
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I like to picture them all saying "God save the Queen"!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A more difficult swarm on a W. larch tree</td></tr>
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Some swarms are more difficult to catch, like the swarm above. In this case the swarm was on the stem of a larch tree, with lots of branches to contend with. Whitney caught this one while I was out of town. With more than a little patience she was able to hive it by gently lifting the swarm in her hands and setting it in the box. </div>
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In the most difficult settings, a customized vacuum can be used to suck the bees out of a tight space and get them into a box. We did this a few years ago when we found a swarm in our ceiling. Check out: <a href="http://www.kyleandwhitneymt.blogspot.com/2011/07/bee-adventure.html" target="_blank">Blog Post: A bee adventure</a></div>
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That's all for now, thanks for stopping by. </div>
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KJ</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491244819642287650.post-43439687732054391132013-04-28T22:10:00.002-06:002013-04-28T22:10:30.135-06:00A weed killing - beekeeper’s dilemma.
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Are dandelions a wildflower, an exotic weed, or a honey bee
forage plant? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What about knapweed, or Canada
thistle? Not that long ago, I would have said without hesitation “exotic weeds”!
And while most days I still feel that way, I have come to see these plants in a
new light. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I have been trained as a land manager, and a big part of that
is noxious weed control. In my current position, I maintain a herbicide
applicators license with our state Department of Agriculture, and administer
the noxious weed control program on the state lands within our administrative
unit. Roughly 65,000 acres. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">To that end, several times a year I go to training sessions
and seminars to learn the latest trends and developments in the weed killing
world. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Often this means listening to
enthusiastic presentations about the latest and greatest chemicals the industry
has to offer. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There are chemicals for
everything these days, and if you take everything the vendors say as gospel,
chemicals are the answer to all our troubles. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Luckily, there are more than just chemicals in the weed
killer’s arsenal. There is also grazing, mowing, bio-controls (weed killing
insects) and of course hand pulling. This is what we in the business call
Integrated Pest Management (IPM). <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As a
weed manager IPM is very important, as over reliance on one method or chemical
will result in a new generation of super weeds. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">So, we can all agree that noxious weeds are bad and must be
dealt with. Or can we? <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">A beekeeper may see things differently. The first blooms of
spring are hugely important to honey bees. This is a time when honey bee
colonies are very weak and food sources are scarce. The end of winter / beginning
of spring is when honey bees starve. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To
a honey bee emerging from the hive on an early spring day and seeing (or sensing)
a dandelion in full bloom and ripe with nectar, must be pretty amazing after
months of cold weather and no blooms. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Later in the summer after all the native plants have long
since quit blooming and bolted, knapweed and thistles continue to thrive. Long
into the droughty days of autumn, these exotics provide excellent nectar and
pollen that bees use extensively. These plants provide much of the honey we
harvest in the fall; in fact many people actually prefer the honey from some
very noxious weeds such as knapweed.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">So what’s a beekeeping - weed manager to do? For me it’s a tough
question, but for now I will continue to fight noxious weeds with every tool I’ve
got. The damage to native ecosystems from noxious weeds is tremendous and costly
in many ways. Noxious weeds as a rule are poor feed. They out compete native
plants and create monocultures. Noxious weeds effectively remove thousands of
acres per year from production of livestock and wildlife. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">That being said, if I ever get a chance to place some bee
hives near a field with knapweed, I’ll do it!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">KJ<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491244819642287650.post-17394366651877845682013-04-21T20:03:00.001-06:002013-04-21T20:03:35.942-06:00Bees in the City, Part 3: Where to put your bees
I recently had the honor of writing a guest piece on my sister April's blog <a href="http://aprilandjoseph.typepad.com/my_weblog/2013/04/guest-post-bees-in-the-city.html" target="_blank">I [Heart] My Life.</a> <br />
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In the first segment<a href="http://www.blogger.com/null"> Bees in the City, Part 1: Are You Ready for a New Hobby</a>? I wrote about beekeeping as a fun hobby, and share my thoughts keeping bees in the urban environment. <br />
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In the second segment <a href="http://aprilandjoseph.typepad.com/my_weblog/2013/04/bees-in-the-city-4-steps-for-getting-started-with-beekeeping.html" target="_blank">Part 2: 4 Steps for Getting Started With Beekeeping</a> I wrote about how a person could get bees and start beekeeping. <br />
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This post is written as a third installment: <br />
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<strong>Part 3: Where to put your bees.</strong></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Before you actually take the leap and start beekeeping, take a second and consider you're going to put your bees. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Of course the bees themselves will fly where they want to, but where you put the hives is pretty important. Hives should be placed in a sunny, well
ventilated spot, with the hive entrance facing away from the prevailing wind.
Sunny locations with good air flow reduce moisture and mold in the hive,
keeping the bees dry and closer to their optimal temperature (about 90 degrees F). Facing the
entrance away from the wind will help the bees come and go without getting
blown off course. Also, if you live in a windy spot like I do, don’t forget to
put a weight on the hive lid, or strap them down. I once had a lid blow off in a spring storm,
and my bees were subjected to a wet cold night in the open air – Bad News!<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Since I have backyard
space, my hives are placed away from the trees, in a spot that gets lots of
sun, facing east. My hives sit on stands approximately 6
inches off the ground, to allow air to move under the hive, but not too
high to make working the hive difficult. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Full honey bee hives are heavy, and taking a moment to
consider that before housing your bees is a very good idea. Langstroth hives consist of one or two deep deep boxes for the bees
to live in and several medium or shallow depth “supers” on top for the honey.
The term “super” refers to the upper boxes superseding the main hive body. In
an established colony, the main hive body will weigh well over a hundred pounds
and each super weighs about 40 or more pounds depending on how much honey is in there. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">While you hopefully would not be moving the main hive boxes
very often, if you are successful in bee keeping and get lots honey, you will
be moving the supers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A healthy colony
can fill 3 or more medium depth supers in a season. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">For neighborhood beekeepers with limited space, roof top
locations can be the answer. The roof top is a generally unused space, with
good sunlight and airflow. For many beekeepers rooftops also
afford a nice amount of privacy – the only people who know about your bees are
the ones you tell. It still seems a bit odd to me, but rooftop beekeeping is becoming common in
big cities like San Francisco, Chicago and New York. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Since I don’t have any personal knowledge of rooftop bee
keeping, I’ll just mention a few considerations to keep in mind. Access – don’t
place your bees in a spot that is hard to get at. Weight – remember bee hives
are very heavy and the last thing you need is to crash through the roof with
your bees. Heat – bees don’t mind the heat, but working a hive on a blazing
rooftop may be pretty uncomfortable. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Finally, one last point on hive placement: In the spring,
when the bees leave the hive for the first time months, they have not relieved
themselves since the previous winter. For me the first warm 50 degree days of
spring are quite a sight with the bees emerging from the hive and <em>cleansing</em>.
Cleansing is a beekeeper’s term for pooping.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Yes, the bees fly out and poop. About a quarter of their body mass.
That means anything near the hive, especially in front of the hive will get
spotted with bright orange bee waste. This is funny at first, until it’s all
over your car. Or your neighbor’s car. Or their living room windows. I have actually
heard of law suits stemming from this very thing, so it’s worth thinking about before it happens. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I could go on, but in the interest of keeping things simple
I’ll end here.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">I encourage anybody interested in bees and beekeeping to give it a try, but be warned. Beekeeping is fascinating and if your not careful you might get hooked!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">KJ<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491244819642287650.post-57673087874255496932013-04-16T21:17:00.001-06:002013-04-16T21:17:49.342-06:00Guest Post: Bees in the CityI am very excited to tell you all that accomplished blogger April Johnson Stearns (my big sister) invited me to write a Guest Blog (my first ever) for her blog <a href="http://aprilandjoseph.typepad.com/my_weblog/2013/04/guest-post-bees-in-the-city.html" target="_blank">I [Heart] My Life!</a> This is a huge deal for me since she has a large devoted following and has been featured several times in her area's newspaper: The <a href="http://www.santacruzsentinel.com/" target="_blank">Santa Cruz Sentinel</a>. <br />
For this piece, I give tips for people interested in beekeeping, especially in the urban environment. Check it out an let me know what you think! <a href="http://aprilandjoseph.typepad.com/my_weblog/2013/04/guest-post-bees-in-the-city.html" target="_blank">Guest Post: Bees in the City</a><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491244819642287650.post-75264334290180878082013-04-14T11:58:00.001-06:002013-04-14T11:58:38.024-06:00Guest Blog: A Tiny, Peeping Spring Chick -- Just What the Doctor Ordered
This week we've got something special for you all: A guest piece written by April Johnson Stearns (my big sis)! April and her blogs <b><a href="http://aprilandjoseph.typepad.com/my_weblog/" target="_blank">I [Heart] My Life</a></b> and <b><a href="http://aprilandjoseph.typepad.com/green_tea_chocolate/" target="_blank">Green Tea and Chocolate</a></b> have gained a avid following online and have been featured numerous times in her area's <a href="http://www.santacruzsentinel.com/" target="_blank">newspaper</a>. <br />
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A year ago April was diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer. Here she relates how for her and her family bringing three baby chicks into their home in the midst of the cancer turned out to be a wonderful decision.<br />
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I hope you enjoy this piece and take a moment to check out her blogs!<br />
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<strong>A Tiny, Peeping Spring Chick -- Just What the Doctor Ordered</strong></div>
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If I said a chicken once saved the lives of my family, I
wouldn't be telling you the whole truth. <o:p></o:p><br />
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It was actually three tiny chicks.<o:p></o:p></div>
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A black and white Barred Rock, a so-black-she's-green
Australorp, and quirky, beardless Americana. <o:p></o:p></div>
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To us, they are Kiki, Poppy, and Sweet Cecily. And they rule
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A year ago, getting backyard chickens for our urban home
(not <i>homestead</i> mind you, just a simple home) was a dream I looked
forward to. The idea had popped into my head the previous year, and had refused
to budge (they say, once your mind has been expanded by an idea, it will never
shrink back – doh!). At night, I lay in bed trying to picture chickens in our very
urban backyard. We couldn't have many pets in our tiny postage stamp lot, but a
few chickens, I was thinking, we could manage. Pets, eggs – win/win. <i>The pet
that makes you breakfast!<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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I'd received a few chicken books as Christmas presents that
year and as I read through the winter I was simultaneously prepping my
then-3-year-old on chicken farming dos and don'ts. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But then, right before spring, everything changed. I was
diagnosed with aggressive, stage 3 breast cancer. I found the lump myself one
evening and when I asked my husband to feel it, he immediately said, “What the
hell is that?!” It was enormous and had seemingly come out of nowhere. <o:p></o:p></div>
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With the arrival of this malignant lump, everything changed.
Chemo, surgery, radiation... I was diagnosed on March 12<sup>th</sup> – when I
asked my brand new oncologist how long treatment would take he said
nonchalantly, “I think we can have this wrapped up by New Year's.” New Year's?!
It was only March!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Suddenly I felt like I could literally hear my dreams and
this little life I'd created with my family crashing down all around me like
sheets of glass crashing on the floor. In the days following my diagnosis, I
was haunted. Late into the night, I'd sit in bed, staring at the moon-lit oak
tree in the backyard, listening to the twin sounds of my husband and child
breathing in their sleep. And I would cry. I cried for me and I cried for them.
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Two weeks after my diagnosis, I started chemotherapy. Chemo
bridged the span from winter to summer: 5 months of intravenous treatments. My
hair fell out, I was tired, and sometimes nauseous, though thankfully I was
never throwing up. Mostly I was tired. I took to napping daily.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Life in our house began to revolve around treatments –
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Something needed to shift our focus.<o:p></o:p></div>
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At this time, we received such an outpouring of support from
friends & family, and even strangers. Everyone wanted to know how they
could help. My husband's aunt was aware of my pre-cancer dream to have a little
flock of hens. Being a carpenter, she set to work creating a lovely, little hen
house for us, made almost entirely from salvaged materials. <o:p></o:p></div>
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While she built the hen house, we debated whether it was a
good idea to get chicks this year. Was it too much to add on a new venture on
top of chemo? With my weakened immune system, was it safe for me to be around
the chicks? Was another new thing really what our daughter needed? <o:p></o:p></div>
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One June morning, mid-way through my course of chemotherapy,
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I'd done a little research on the more gentle chicken
varieties and which ones tended to get along with each other. I decided on the
Barred Rock, Americana, and Austrolorp. Of course they were not all to be had
from the same feed store. That would be too easy, right? So on brilliantly
sunny morning, my daughter and I drove 30 minutes into the mountains to acquire
our first-ever chicken. In her car seat, my daughter held the little white box
with the air holes. Inside, the 4 day-old chick peeped and peeped. Within five
minutes, she was named Sweet Cecily. (All our chickens ended up being named
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We took Sweet Cecily directly to the second feed store, this
one closer to our house, and bought fuzzy Poppy and tiny Kiki. And then we took
our little flock home to a cardboard box with a heat lamp in the garage. There
they lived for 8 weeks. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It became our habit to spend lots of time in the stuffy
garage, holding the chicks, laughing at their antics, watching them explore,
snuggling them as they fell into sudden, exhausted baby sleep. I have many
happy memories of that time of sitting in a folding chair with my daughter in
my lap, with a chick in her lap. <o:p></o:p></div>
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During this time I continued my chemotherapy. Right about
the time we got the chicks, my treatments changed and I went through 3
infusions that were much more difficult than the previous drugs. I was more
tired, more nauseous. I felt myself becoming mentally adverse to the drugs – I
was just ready to be done (to this day I cannot look at red Kool-Aid because
the medicine was this very shade of red).<o:p></o:p></div>
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But adding the chicks to our daily mix was always a blessing
and never a burden. In the realm of livestock, chickens require very little
care – nothing you can't squeeze into 10 minutes a day (on chemo even!). <o:p></o:p></div>
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And that chemo? Well, it did the trick – I had my last
treatment on Aug. 8 (the same week the chickens moved from their now-cramped
infant cardboard box out to their big girl spacious, custom-built,
fancy-schmancy hen house). At the end of chemo, the lump in my breast was no
longer palpable. And when I had a radical modified mastectomy in September, the
surgeon found no evidence of disease either in the breast tissue or my lymph
nodes.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In retrospect, getting those little chicks was the best
thing we could have done during my cancer treatment. Having a sick mother is
always stressful for children, but having a sickness that goes on and on is
something else entirely. The chicks became the perfect distraction. Something
to keep the mood light & fun – something to look forward to every day...
Those chicks have grown up being handled. My daughter carries them around them
yard, balances them on her swing, sets them on balls. She hugs them tight. They
were just what we needed. <o:p></o:p></div>
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And when we got our first eggs at Thanksgiving... well, we
had a lot to be thankful for that year.<o:p></o:p></div>
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work-from-home mama, April lives in Santa Cruz, CA with her husband, daughter,
black cat, gold fish, three chickens of various colors, and two in-laws. You
can find all her musings about parenting, cancer, (parenting <i>with</i>
cancer), nutrition, and everything in-between at her two blogs (cuz she's an
overachiever like that) at <b><a href="http://aprilandjoseph.typepad.com/my_weblog/" target="_blank">I [Heart] My Life</a></b> and <b><a href="http://aprilandjoseph.typepad.com/green_tea_chocolate/" target="_blank">Green Tea andChocolate</a></b>. <o:p></o:p></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491244819642287650.post-70734013118724338672013-03-25T21:25:00.000-06:002013-03-25T21:25:32.456-06:00Go plant a tree. You'll be glad you did. Last weekend I planted an apple tree. Maybe that does not sound like much, but give it some thought. <br />
Planting a tree is one simple act that can have lasting impacts for many years to come. Not only does a tree provide the obvious benefits of shade and fruit (in the case of a fruit tree) but it can also provide countless other benefits. Trees convert CO2 into O2 (that's carbon dioxide into oxygen for the non science types out there). That ability by itself should be enough to make us all stop and say "wow" but there's more. Trees purify water, stabilize soil, provide habitat, feed wildlife, increase soil productivity, store carbon, increase property value, reduce temperature fluctuations, create mulch, provide jobs and fight crime. <br />
Provide Jobs and Fight Crime? Yes, it's true. There are more jobs directly related to trees than the fabled auto industry, and it's been proven by the US Forest Service's Urban Forest Program that neighborhoods with trees have less crime than neighborhoods without trees. Trees are literally leafy green job making-crime fighters. Given that resume, if a tree ran for public office I think we'd all be better off!<br />
The benefits of a tree are hard to realize immediately. In the era of instant gratification, planting a tree is a long term investment. It is a forced slow down. It takes many years for a seedling to grow into a tree. Fruit trees take 3 years or more to bear a crop after planting. But, what you may not see right away are the countless little things that tree is doing everyday. From learning to appreciate the seasons by watching the bud - leaf - bloom - fruit cycle, to reminding you to take a moment and water the trees, trees improve the quality of our lives everyday. One of my favorite things about spring is going out to my little orchard and checking the bud swell. How many more days until leaf burst? Until bloom? Until fruit? In the springtime at work, I am lucky enough to get to check on seedlings I've planted in years past. Conducting survival surveys it's called and it's an activity that can leave me excited and inspired, or downtrodden depending on the results. It's a harsh world for a young tree. The environment is full of hazards from deer and elk to drought to insects and disease, even a late frost can spell death for a seedling. The fact that any seedling makes it to tree is a miracle, but they do. Both planted and naturally regenerated trees are growing everyday, in fact there are more trees growing in our country today than at any other time in recorded history. A fact that is not without it's downside when you consider overcrowding of our forests and fire hazard - but that's a topic for another post.<br />
I have had the unique opportunity to plant thousands of trees in my life. From a childhood on a tree farm where spring planting was a right of passage, to my education and career as a Forester, to a homeowner with an interest in growing my own foods, I seem to be constantly digging holes for trees. And yet I still love it. To me there are few things more satisfying than revisiting a tree I've planted, and seeing it's growth. So my advice to you is: Go plant a tree. You'll be glad you did. <br />
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KJUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491244819642287650.post-72775276445598786332013-03-15T19:53:00.001-06:002013-03-15T19:54:05.481-06:00Surviving the Molt<div style="text-align: center;">
Chickens molt annually, which is to say they loose their old feathers and grow new. This coincides with the changing seasons and shortened daylight hours, and typically occurs in the fall or early winter. Actually, they molt a couple of times from hatching to becoming chickens, but the most noticeable molt for me hit our flock this fall when our hens were approximately 1.5 years of age.</div>
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It is at about that age that chickens experience their first mature molt and quit laying eggs. From our high of 27 dozen eggs last July, we dwindled down to just 7 dozen in the month of November. Because growing feathers takes such a great amount of energy and protein, during the molt many chickens quit laying, or laying becomes very sporadic. To make matters worse, the long dark nights of winter also cause chickens to reduce egg laying, molting or not. </div>
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It also seems that this is about the time many chickens meet their end. At about 18 months old a young hen is fully grown, the meat is tender and not yet tough, and she is about to quit laying. It is at this point when you have to decide if you are going to keep feeding an animal that is not producing, or if you are going to butcher and raise new chicks in the spring. From a livestock producer's view point the choice is clear, however from the backyard chicken keepers perspective the decision is a tough one. While we do intend to raise meat birds "someday" it was clear from early on, these birds were not going in the stew pot. </div>
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You might remember from earlier blog posts that I had hoped our chicken flock would be self supporting. They should "pay their way" I reasoned, and up until this point they had - more or less. We sell our eggs to friends and the proceeds buy the feed. By supplementing with kitchen scraps and plenty of yard foraging, we had managed to keep the monthly feed bill fairly low. Until the molt. This fall we struggled to meet our weekly egg orders, and finally in November just had to tell our customers that "the hens are taking some time off". There were times when I thought we were suckers for continuing to feed chickens that had no intent to lay. I worried if they'd ever lay again. I was nearly convinced that we were going to be stuck with hens that merely wandered around eating ever more expensive feed until they died of old age. </div>
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But at last it seems we've all survived the molt. </div>
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Last week for the first time in what seemed like forever, we collected 5 dozen eggs. Our daily production has been ramping up for a while now, but I have been skeptical until recently. Only now do I truly believe that we are through. Through the molt, through the winter and back in business. </div>
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Spring is a time of new life and new energy. For our hens it is also time for them to get back to work!</div>
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For more information on the molt and how to get through it check out this article by:</div>
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<a href="http://www.grit.com/the-chicken-chick/molting-what-is-it--how-to-help-chickens-get-through-it.aspx" target="_blank">The chicken chick at www.grit.com</a></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491244819642287650.post-38617913101434488462013-03-10T21:48:00.000-06:002013-03-10T21:50:08.815-06:00Pollen!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
This afternoon I was really excited to see not only lots of bee action from all of our hives, but also lots of bees bringing home pollen. The first pollen of the year! Here are some shots of a little worker heavily loaded with pollen that I took this afternoon. </div>
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Forager bees visit flowers and mix the pollen with saliva before placing it into their pollen sacks. Once they return the hive nurse bees unload them and take the pollen into the hive, while the foragers go out for more. In the hive, pollen is mixed with nectar to make brood food. </div>
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Seeing bees hauling full pollen sacks, told me both that something out there is blooming and also that the queens will soon be laying eggs for brood. I am very curious what is blooming, and my hunch is it's maple trees or willows. I've been told they are the first bloom in this area. As far as the queens beginning to lay, this tells me that I need to be ready for the populations to grow rapidly and swarm season is coming. Exciting times!<br />
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Today was the first nice day of the year, we hit 58 degrees this afternoon! Whitney and I hit the yard this morning intent on making the most of the day before the forecasted storm tonight. Between pruning trees, lighting the burn pile, planting crocuses and hyacinths and finishing a homemade earring display stand, we took a minute to check on the honey bees. I am thrilled to report that all three hives were a buzz with activity and things are looking good. Here is a video of today's activity.</div>
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As excited as I am that the bees were up and flying today, we're not out of the woods yet. March is a very hard time for the bees. It is warm enough to fly more regularly, but there is nothing to eat outside the hive. So for that reason I'll keep feeding my candy cakes and when the bloom is a little closer, I'll add protein patties to the hives to inspire brood production. </div>
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Overwintering your bee colonies is no easy feat. Ask any bee keeper and you'll hear stories of bees starving, getting sick and dieing or just plain disappearing. That is why today's display from the hives was so exciting. </div>
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So while I would not say we've made it through the winter yet, today wearing a tee shirt and watching the bees fly was a real taste of spring. </div>
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Springtime to do: build a stronger pea trellis!</div>
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Honey bees make honey of course, but they also make other things that are essential to the colony. Along with honey, bees also produce beeswax. Beeswax is a very complex material that makes up the foundation of the hive. It is where the queen lays her eggs, it is where the brood is reared, it is where the food (honey and pollen) is stored and it is where the bees spend the majority of their time. It is on the beeswax that the scout bees do their dance to direct the foragers to ripe flowers, and is said to resonate certain frequencies for communication. The beeswax really is the essence of the bee hive.</div>
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Beeswax is also precious. The honey bees must consume about 20 pounds of honey to produce 1 pound of beeswax! That is why a bee colony in it's early years rarely produces much surplus honey, because much of the available honey goes right into wax making. </div>
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When a beekeeper harvests honey, he or she must also harvest a certain amount of beeswax. The idea is to leave as much wax as possible for the bees to reuse, but it is unavoidable that some wax must be cut off the frames in order to let the honey flow. The wax that is cut off the frame to free the honey, is called capping wax. This is because when a cell of beeswax (honey comb) is filled with honey, it gets capped with wax. What beekeepers do with the capping wax depends on the beekeeper, but in my mind it is a crime not to put it to good use after all the effort the bees put into making it. Early on, Whitney and I decided we wanted to try making lip balm with our capping wax, so when we extracted honey last fall (<a href="http://kyleandwhitneymt.blogspot.com/2012/09/the-first-honey.html" target="_blank">Blog Post: The first honey</a>), we saved all of the beeswax. </div>
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One weekend this winter, we decided the time was right for lip balm making. Whitney did the research and found the all natural and organic ingredients for our custom lip balm. After cleaning the wax thoroughly we assembled the other ingredients. <br />
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Natural lip balm consists of four main categories of ingredients: 1. Beeswax (top) 2. natural butters (left) 3. carrier oils (right) and 4. essential oils and flavors (bottom). We measured everything out and heated a double boiler to combine the ingredients, since the beeswax must be liquid for mixing. </div>
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Once the wax is melted and the ingredients well mixed, it's time to fill the tubes. This got a little exciting as neither of us wanted hot wax on our hands, but with a small funnel, and Whitney's good idea of creating a tube holder from a cardboard box, we got it done. </div>
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Once the tubes are filled, they must cool for 24 hours. Whit's cardboard box with holes cut in it held the tubes upright while the wax was cooling. Finally, after the lip balms cooled we each took one and used it for several weeks to make sure we liked them and that they worked well. </div>
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Let me add here that I am a harsh judge of balms. Since I have very dry skin and work outdoors, my lips and fingers tend to crack and bleed if I don't use balm regularly - especially in the harsh northern winter. I am proud to say that our hand made lip balm passed my tests with flying colors, and did it while smelling great!</div>
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When we were satisified that the lip balms were just the way we wanted them, it was time to add the labels! These all natural Honey Vanilla lip balms are now available on Whitney's etsy site: <br />
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We've also made a Mint Chocolate lip balm, but it is not yet available, and we may add more varieties in the future. </div>
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Thanks for visiting and if you have an idea for a lip balm flavor, feel free to leave us a comment!</div>
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Cheers! KJ </div>
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What good's a fishing boat in the winter?</div>
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The chickens sure like it!</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491244819642287650.post-48351052090778610242013-02-09T20:54:00.001-07:002013-02-09T20:54:42.884-07:00Feasting: the second half of the hunt<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Tonight, Whitney prepared a stew featuring our venison, our potatoes and carrots, garlic we traded honey for and many dried spices from our garden. I smelled the amazing aroma all day from the crockpot, and when I finally tasted the stew, it was wonderful. Full of rich flavor, hot and steaming, and the meat was perfectly tender. It was the perfect meal after working outside today, doing chores and mucking out the chicken coop in the gently falling snow. As I sat and enjoyed the stew, I was thankful yet again for the ability to grow our own food, and harvest our own meat. And that thought led me to think how much it bothers me when people talk poorly about game meat. The animals we hunt are beautiful, and the meals they provide should be just as amazing. </div>
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For me, eating the meat that we harvest is a reward, but there seems to be a large number of people out there who think that eating game is the price you pay for hunting. As in the saying: "you shoot it, you eat it" - like it's a punishment. Even here locally, where it seems like everybody hunts and the first day of hunting season is something of a holiday, this seems to be true.</div>
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Most people who say they don't like venison, claim it's because it tastes bad. But what they don't seem to realize is that the flavor of meat reflects what the meat has been subjected to. Blaming the meat for tasting bad after you don't treat it properly is unforgivable in my mind. Game should be treated no differently than beef or any other fine meat. It should be kept clean and cool, properly aged and butchered with care. Finally, it should be cooked according to a recipe intended to showcase the cut's natural qualities and texture. </div>
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Can you imagine if a professional butcher shot an old cow in the field, left it dirty for hours while he drove around showing all his buddies and then chopped it up without aging it? If he then took a coarse grained cut from that beef and tried to cook it as a steak, I guarantee that would not taste like a choice steak from the grocery store. Venison is no different. </div>
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Here in our house, Whitney and I take great effort with our venison. Starting with the shot and following through all the way to the meal, we try our very best to make certain that the meat is clean, and well cared for. The other trick is matching the cut to the meal. Tender cuts are steaks, coarser cuts are stews or roasts, and the coarsest are burger or sausage. Younger animals provide more tender meat while older ones are more coarse. As a result it is not uncommon for people who come over for dinner to remark "That wasn't beef"? </div>
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As I said earlier, for me eating the meal is the final reward of the hunt. Months after hunting season is over when we unwrap a package of meat and prepare a meal with it, often I find my self recollecting that day in the field. It really is the culmination of the hunting experience, and I am always grateful for the opportunity to hunt and thankful of the animals that we harvest.</div>
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A couple of weeks ago, I decided to make candy cakes for the bees. </div>
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As you might know, bees are stuck in the hive for the duration of the winter. They spend much of the time huddled in a ball, flexing (shivering) to keep the queen, the brood and themselves warm. To keep warm, the bees need a constant source of food, which is where honey comes in. The reason bees make and store honey is to survive the winter. The only problem is that here I come in the fall and remove a bunch of the honey. </div>
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Now, of course I <em>think</em> I left the bees with plenty, a full 9.75" deep box, but I don't really <em>know</em>. </div>
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So, just to be sure my bees don't starve to death, I feed the bees in the winter. Last winter I fed dry sugar, which works, but is not the best bee feed. So this year I made candy cakes following the simply recipe from <a href="http://www.honeybeesuite.com/" target="_blank">www.honeybeesuite.com</a> </div>
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The nice thing about these candies is that they are clean and easy to place in the hive (unlike dry sugar), they are easy to store, and they have a bit of apple cider vinegar to keep them from spoiling (unlike sugar syrup). The other thing about dry sugar is that the bees might mistake it for dirt or other contaminants in the hive, and so will carry it outside and dump it. Bees are tireless house cleaners!<br />
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I made these candy cakes a couple weeks ago and placed them on the hives, just in case. Today was warm enough, so I opened the hives to see how our girls are doing and this is what I found. </div>
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The bees seem to be doing well, they are active and smell like clean honey - all good signs. The thing I didn't expect was for them to be eating the candy already. I was thinking that the honey would last them longer into the spring. But that's why I feed, because you never know. We are just getting into the hardest time for the bees. Late winter and early spring is when most colonies die, and is when I lost one last year. Later in the spring, I'll feed candy and protein to jump start the colonies and get them ready for the bloom, but until then, I'll keep feeding the bees candy cakes and hope for the best.<br />
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This weekend I had the good fortune of being invited on an ice fishing trip with two work buddies. Now I'm no big ice fisherman. In fact, my only other experience was a long cold day with no fish. And frankly at the end of the day I was left wondering: Why does everybody love ice fishing so much? Needless to say, I was hopeful this trip would be more fruitful. </div>
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So, my goals for this trip were to 1) have a good time 2) learn what the ice fishing craze is all about and 3) bring home some pike for dinner. In fact, as I left the house in the pre-dawn dark, Whitney's words to me were: Have fun, Be safe, Bring home some fish! </div>
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The morning dawned clear and crisp, temps around 15. We headed west and after about an hour's drive pulled into a local favorite spot for pike on the Noxon Rapids Reservoir. We walked out a short ways on the ice and drilled our holes. The ice at that point was over 7" deep, so there was no question about the stability. Further out where the river current is stronger, the ice is much thinner, and it would be a very bad idea to walk across. We set our tip-ups (limit two per person) with smelt for bait and then enjoyed watching the sunrise. </div>
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After a time, sure enough the tip-ups started to flip! My tip-up went first and I approached it excitedly, but pretty soon something seemed wrong. The reel wasn't spinning and the line had gone limp. I pulled up the line to investigate and there was my poor smelt with a hunk missing. This pike was a wily one, because instead of taking the whole fish, it had just taken a bite and moved on. </div>
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The next bite was the group down the ice from us and they pulled up a nice pike. Soon after one of my friends pulled up his first pike of the day, a nice 23 incher. </div>
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Not long after that, it was my turn again. One of my rigs flipped and as I approached the hole I could see the line spooling out. Then it stopped, "he's eating the bait, just wait" said my friends. A long minute later the line started spooling out again, slowly and then faster. "Set your hook"! I reached down, got a grip on the line and gave it a yank. The line got taunt and then the pull was steady. I got him! I pulled up the line hand over hand and soon the pike was in sight under the ice. One more pull and it was up on the ice. I had landed my first pike! The guys then showed me how to remove the hook, being careful not to cut your hands on the pike's thousands of very sharp teeth. </div>
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The day continued with steady action and beautiful skies. The afternoon sun warmed us nicely and the day of good company was very enjoyable. Eventually the shadows got long and the air got cold and it was time to go. We were each successful and had nice pike to show for our day's effort, four in all ranging from 2 lbs to 5 lbs. <br />
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Whitney was excited for the fish and made a terrific dinner by breading and lightly frying the fish, and adding brussel sprouts and salad as sides.<br />
If you get a chance to go ice fishing do it! I had a great time enjoying a day with friends. I learned that ice fishing really is a blast, and with minimal equipment a person can be set up pretty easily. And, I brought home delicious fish for dinner and enjoyed eating the meal as much as I did catching it. With some warm clothes and a little knowledge, it's a great time and there is nothing like fresh fish, straight from the lake or river to your plate. <br />
KJUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491244819642287650.post-75872013576739173022013-01-16T20:10:00.000-07:002013-01-16T20:14:49.720-07:00Beehives in Napal<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
One of the many amazing things about honey bees is how adaptable they are. Bees are kept on every continent save Antarctica, in every kind of climate. Beekeepers use many styles of hives, and more are being developed even today. From the ancient skep (coiled hemp rope) to the traditional Langstroph hive (like I use) bees can be kept in anything that provides them a safe, weather tight environment with enough room to store honey and raise brood. You may remember the first bees we captured here were perfectly at home in the eves of our house. In the wild, honey bees live in hollow logs and trees, and even today occasionally you will find a bee tree in the woods. I remember growing up (not so long ago) there was a bee tree on my family's property for years and years. As kids, we thought racing past the tree was pretty exciting but I don't think the bees gave us a second thought. </div>
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Recently a friend of my family shared these pictures with me of bee hives he saw while visiting Nepal. </div>
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The thing I thought was so neat about this was how the locals had adapted items they had on hand to house bees. I found it inspiring that without milled hive boxes and specially manufactured parts they were (apparently) successfully keeping bees. In the end maybe all a beekeeper needs is healthy determination and good old fashioned innovation.</div>
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Thanks to Paul Green for the photos. </div>
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By the way, this is our 100th post! Thanks for all the support, this blog never would have made it this far without you. Cheers!</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491244819642287650.post-77267975112657981682013-01-07T20:19:00.001-07:002013-01-07T21:23:26.379-07:00What happened to my honey?One day craving honey, you open the cupboard and reach for your jar of honey but in it's place is a jar filled with a cloudy solid mass. What happened?<br />
Your honey crystallized, but don't worry. Putting your honey back into liquid is super easy. <br />
Actually, you should take it as a good sign. It proves that you have raw unfiltered honey the way it ought to be. If your honey does not crystallize, it means that it's been ultra-filtered and pasteurized as is the case with much of the mass-marketed honey in the grocery stores. Take a look at the honey next time you're in a supermarket. Chances are it's so clear, it's like looking through yellowed glass. That's the product of ultra filtering under high pressure. This process removes all the ultra fine particles of pollen, propalis and minerals from the honey. The downside is that all those particles are part of what makes honey so good for you. Then to make the honey easier to handle and to make certain it does not granulate or crystallize, the honey is heated. Honey that is heated over 145 degrees for 30 minutes will not crystallize, but it's pasteurized (read: DEAD). All the living enzymes and beneficial bacteria are killed. So, when you remove all the pollen, propalis, minerals, enzymes and beneficial bacteria that give the honey it's healthy attributes, you reduce the honey to simple sugars. It's nothing more than fructose, glucose, sucrose, water and a handful of other minor components. Honey flavored water essentially. So it that light, what's the point? Make sure your honey is pure and raw or you're getting duked. <br />
Now, the actual time it takes honey to crystallize depends on the variety of flower that the honey bee collected the nectar from. Honey from some flowers will crystallize in a few short days while others take nearly a year. That's because it has to do with the ratio of fructose to glucose is in the actual nectar of the flower, since only the glucose forms crystals.<br />
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If you happen to have honey that's crystallized already, what do you do? Just warm it gently and let it turn back into liquid. I did this recently on our wood stove. All you need is a large pot with some water in it. Into the water you place your jars and heat the water to about 100 degrees. Let it set for a while and just like that your honey will be restored to it's nice liquid state.<br />
So, if your honey has crystallized don't worry. And if you've had the same jar of honey for years and it's never crystallized, now you know why. In either case, use it and enjoy it. Appreciate it and never forget the effort that went into that jar of honey. After all, tens of thousands of honey bees literally worked themselves to death making that honey.<br />
Thanks for reading. <br />
KJ<br />
Most of the technical information in this post came from the <em>Beekeeper's Handbook</em> by: Diana Sammataro and Alphonse Avitabile.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491244819642287650.post-4285577074307336852013-01-01T12:03:00.000-07:002013-01-01T12:03:50.165-07:00Hello 2013!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
2012 was a bumpy ride. There were ups and downs like crazy. One day good news and the next bad. But for all that didn't go right this past year many things did go well, and for that I am thankful. </div>
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I' like to take this moment to thank all of you that have read this blog and shared the past year with us. We've learned a lot this year, and I have really enjoyed writing about much of it. I can't imagine what 2013 will bring but I'm sure it'll be filled with challenges and opportunities. </div>
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Happy 2013 everybody, let's make it a great year.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491244819642287650.post-71722576791974607022012-12-27T22:06:00.001-07:002012-12-27T22:06:26.540-07:00Made in America Christmas<br />
We did not set out to have a totally Made in America Christmas, so it's not surprising we did not achieve it 100%, but we did come pretty darn close.<br />
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The picture above is some of the gifts from under our tree, all Made in America. Some of the items we bought for each other but many were given to us by family and friends. Some are homemade, some were found at a craft fair, and some were bought at major retailers. Some were chosen because they were locally made and some were bought without any thought given to where they came from. To be honest, I didn't know how much was actually Made in America until I had the idea for this blog post and we started checking. Once we were looking we were totally surprised by the variety of goods there were. Gift cards to local restaurants and stores, books, CD's and magazines. Soap, hand lotion, nail polish, jewelry and wool socks. Even a Tee shirt and Zumba set all Made in America. That's not counting the way cool Montana Wild Designs sign our friends made for Whitney, and the homemade goodies my sister sent. Oh, and the baby shoes? No, we're not expecting, Whitney just couldn't resist the handmade in Montana, Honey Bee baby booties when she saw them "for our someday kids". <br />
The point is without trying very hard we had a near completely Made in America Christmas, and in the process proved to ourselves it can be done and it's easier than you'd think. Thanks very much to our friends and family who made or purchased Made in America gifts for us this year and thanks to you all out there if you did for your family. Maybe 100% next year?<br />
KJ<br />
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491244819642287650.post-77438190395316894152012-12-21T22:08:00.000-07:002012-12-21T22:12:26.504-07:00All I Want For ChristmasI don’t like to talk about politics. So instead, I’ll just tell you what I want for Christmas. <br />
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All I want for Christmas is for people to get along and work together to make our nation and world a better place. I want to see a resolution to the current financial debate in which everybody takes part and pulls their weight. I want to see the American public wake up and stop buying Made in China (Taiwan, Pakistan…) because it’s cheaper. I want to see development of domestic goods so we have good Made in America options. I want to see our country produce what we consume so that we can stop fighting wars over foreign oil interests, and get out of debt to foreign countries. I want it to be easier and cheaper to buy produce from across town than across the globe. <br />
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I want an end to political bickering and to see our country’s leaders get along, like you would expect school kids to do. I want to know that despite our ideological or religious differences we can all work together for the common good. I want to see people take responsibility for their actions and quit blaming each other, or the government for their problems. I want to see people admit when they are wrong, and get recognized when they are right. <br />
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I want a country where I am free to own the guns of my choice without threat of persecution, but where people who have no business having weapons cannot get them. I want to see people get help when it’s needed so that no person feels forced to violence as a last resort. I want to stop hearing about shootings and stabbings every day. I want to see people set aside their pride and prejudices and recognize when they or a loved one really does need help. I want to see able bodied people working and contributing to society, and meaningful and effective help for the ones that need it.<br />
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I want to see honesty and truth prevail. I want to see justice and decency. I want an end to hypocrisy. I want to see cooperation among people, no matter their walk of life. I want people to see that we are in this together. I want us all to be the change we want to see. <br />
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Am I asking for too much? Maybe, but its Christmas after all and it never hurt to ask. <br />
KJ<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491244819642287650.post-39471669147573153572012-12-17T22:47:00.000-07:002013-03-25T21:26:31.872-06:00Make mine a real treeWhen it comes to Christmas trees, for me it's got to be the real thing. It may be because I was raised on a Christmas tree farm, in a family of tree farmers. It may be because I'm a Forester and have devoted my education and career to the growing, maintaining and harvesting of trees. Maybe it's because I've never had anything else. I'm not sure, but I do know that somehow it just wouldn't be right without a real tree in our house at Christmas time.<br />
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It all starts with my favorite part, Christmas tree hunting. For me this is a great day in the woods with Whitney and the dogs, and by now it's a family tradition. With hot cocoa in thermoses, we head out to one spot after another that we've thought would have good prospects, we spot trees, we shake snow from their branches, we compare their qualities and finally sooner or later the perfect tree jumps out at us. Or at least that's what is supposed to happen but like hunting most things, usually that's not exactly the way it goes. <br />
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In years past, we've chosen trees by headlights and flashlights because it got dark before we found the right tree. One time several years ago, we wound up having two trees because we picked one for Whit's house in Missoula and one for my place in Plains and then kept them both when we celebrated the holiday together. One year we helped Whitney's parents pick a tree that traveled clear back to Oregon with them. A couple times we've even gotten trees where it wasn't exactly legal (don't tell). And this year our tree was enjoyed by two different Christmas parties before coming home to our house. The point is choosing the right tree is often as much fun as having the tree in the first place, and no two years are exactly alike just as no two trees are exactly alike. </div>
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After the tree is chosen, it's time to cut and trim the tree, load and haul the tree and finally get it into the house and set up in the stand. All this even before it gets decorated! I guess from that perspective it's no wonder some people choose imitation trees. But if you're like me, and you're into the tradition of choosing a tree to bring into your home to be decorated and celebrated during the Christmas season, the time involved in the process is all part of the joy of the season. Yes, I really do turn on Christmas music and pour a glass of eggnog while decorating the tree (I'm that kind of dork)!<br />
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Yes, a tree must die in order to come into the house and become a Christmas tree. But in it's place there will grow a new tree because that is perphaps the tree's best and most important quality. They regenerate! Everyday, year in and year out trees are seeding, sprouting, and growing. That is one trick a fake tree will never be able to do.<br />
So if your reading this and you have a fake tree in your home, then by all means enjoy it. But for the rest of you go out and get a real tree. Support tree farmers or your public lands by purchasing a permit to harvest a tree. And this year, while you're celebrating Christmas, celebrate also our greatest renewable national resource. Our trees.<br />
KJUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491244819642287650.post-20563417457878948542012-12-09T19:49:00.000-07:002012-12-09T19:51:13.737-07:00Long winter nightsThis time of year in NW Montana, the night lasts longer than the day. A depressing thought at first when you consider all that darkness: a lot of non Montanans ask me "What do you do in the <em>winter</em>"? I usually don't know how to answer that question because the amazing thing to me is how wonderful winter nights are. Don't get me wrong, the seemingly endless days of summer are absolutely wonderful, but there is something special about winter nights. After the hustle of spring, the break neck pace of summer, and the countless To Do's of fall, the down time of winter is a welcome respite. To me there are few things more comforting after a day out in the cold and weather, than coming home to a fire in the stove, enjoying a hot dinner and relaxing with a book or a movie under a blanket on the couch. <br />
But there is something more to it than simply relaxing by the fire. There is a sense of rightness about hunkering down in the winter. Outside in the hills, the bears are hibernating in their dens, the rodents are snug with their food stores in their holes, and the birds have flown south seeking warmer weather. The mountains are very quiet and still this time of year, blanketed by a protective layer of snow. In the yard, the garden is long done (save for the carrots that continue to grow under a thick layer of mulch). The honey bees are snug in their clusters, eating honey and keeping the queen warm. The hens are roosted close on the perch, fluffing their down and tucking in their feet to keep warm. It seems only natural that as things slow down outside, we ought to slow down too.<br />
Winter is a time to look back, take stock and plan for next year. A time to reflect on what went well and what could have gone better. It's a time to enjoy the fruits of your labors, breaking out whatever jams and preserves you've put up in the summer and fall, and being thankful for the all the effort you put into cutting and splitting firewood. It's a time for reading and learning from others, sharing stories and catching up on little things put off when the days were too nice to be inside. <br />
Maybe one of the best things about winter is planning all the things you'll do when it's nice out, but knowing you don't have to do any of them right now.<br />
KJ<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491244819642287650.post-49303253434125927772012-11-29T22:04:00.004-07:002013-01-07T21:24:24.120-07:00Keeping the Bees Warm and DryThis fall I had been reading about Moisture Quilts on <a href="http://www.honeybeesuite.com/" target="_blank">Honeybeesuite.com</a> and liked the idea but wanted to make a few changes. The idea is to provide insulation and ventilation to the bees and also absorb the moisture that is produced by the bee cluster. I think one of my colonies died last year due to lack of ventilation, as the moisture condensed and dripped down on the cluster. Also, in addition to providing ventilation, insulation and moisture control, I wanted to build in a space for feeding the bees, not included in the original moisture quilt. Usually the top covers of the hive fit down close to the top of the honeycomb frames, leaving only enough room for a bee to walk across the top of the frames. This is about 3/8 of an inch and is referred to as "bee space". In the summer, if there is anymore than bee space between anything in the hive, the bees fill it with comb. So as a result there is no room to feed unless you add an empty box for that purpose. Lastly, I wanted to use wire screen to hold the wood shavings insulation, rather than burlap like they used originally. <br />
So, one day this fall I set out to build some boxes that would meet these needs, this is what I came up with. <br />
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First off, I cut some pine 1x6's to length and drilled 3/4" holes in two sides for vents. Next I glued and nailed the boards together to make three boxes. Then I cut 1/4" wire screen to fit inside the boxes and stapled it in place. I positioned the screen in each box so that it was about three inches down from the top, and also made sure the folded edges of the screen covered the holes just to make sure no unwanted hive guests moved in. Finally I painted the boxes and left them to dry. <br />
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The next day, I placed the boxes on the hives. Things were looking good. The portion of the box above the screen would hold pine shavings for insulation and moisture control, the portion below the screen would be for feeding, and the holes would provide the venting. I started to load up the first box with pine shavings, but soon saw that fine pieces of the shavings were going to filter down onto the bees. I guess 1/4" screen was a little too coarse. I didn't like that, so I cut a couple old T shirts in to sheets and placed the cotton sheets on top of the wire. This should allow the moisture to travel up to the top of the hive and condense and then drip down on to the shavings, and not the bees. </div>
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Here is the modified moisture quilt in place. When I last checked the bees, all three colonies were looking good. They had plenty of honey to eat and were clustered nicely. As we head into December, I'll check them again and see if I need to feed to help them through the hard times. As spring approaches, I'll feed protein to help the colony get a jump on the brood rearing and building up the population for the bloom. Speaking of honey, how is your honey store? We still have a few jars left of our Johnson's Garden Honey available. They make great gifts for anyone interested in local, homegrown goods and health foods. Shoot me a note at <a href="mailto:KyleJohnsonMontana@hotmail.com">KyleJohnsonMontana@hotmail.com</a> or comment on this post if your interested. Remember, honey is non-perishable and easily shipped!<br />
That's all for now, thanks for reading. <br />
KJUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491244819642287650.post-85392329266049855232012-11-19T22:52:00.001-07:002012-11-27T21:49:21.040-07:00Hunting MeatEvery now and again as a hunter you have to ask yourself: What am I really hunting for?<br />
For me that question entered my mind one evening this week when a young, fork horned white-tailed buck stepped out in front of me and paused. I was sitting on a rise, watching a stand of dense brush and timber that bordered a grassy meadow. The meadow was crisscrossed with deer trails and the ground littered with deer droppings. I had already seen two does, and as the whitetail are coming into rut now, I knew chances were good there would be a buck in the neighborhood.<br />
It was almost my last opportunity to hunt for the season and as I sat there wondering if I was going to fill my tag, my mind was replaying scenes from earlier in the hunting season: I kept seeing the bucks I'd let go. <br />
There was the 4 point mule deer buck that I saw on the first morning of the season. "Beautiful buck" I had thought, "but too early to tag out now". Then there was the nice pair of white-tails we saw while retrieving Whitney's buck. I had stood there in the rain with my cross hairs on the larger of the pair. "No, one buck is enough to deal with today" I had thought to myself. Next there was another nice muley that I saw on a ridge after riding my mare seven miles behind a gate. The muley was a nice tall fork or maybe three point, but "not big enough for this far back" I had thought. And lastly there was the big white-tail I had seen, the one that I really wanted. I had gotten up extra early that day and driven an hour and a half to get to the gate I wanted to hunt behind. I hiked for two hours to get to the spot I wanted to hunt even though it was 15 degrees when I left the truck. I spent all morning working slowly through the bowl with no luck, and finally stopped for lunch. It was still only about 20 degrees out with a stiff wind and it didn't take long for me to get cold sitting down. I decided to hike up the ridge to warm up and see if there was anything up there. I took about a dozen slow stiff steps and then looked up. The buck rose out of his bed like a bird flushing out of the grass. As he lept I had time to watch him turn broadside before landing and taking one more leap. That was all I saw, but it was enough. He had a wide, tall rack: a big 4 point at least maybe 5. A big body, mature white-tail buck, one that any hunter would be proud of. I had only seen him for about a half a second, but I spent the next two full days searching for him. At the end of that second day I had hiked over ten miles and still only had the one glimpse of the buck. I decided to try a new place, but that buck still haunted me.<br />
So now here I was, on my last hunting day with evening drawing near watching the does graze. The question entered my mind: Are you hunting for meat or a nice rack? This time I was hunting meat. Having eaten nearly all the venison in our freezer it was time for me to fill my tag. And as I sat there looking back on another great hunting season, the young white-tail stepped out of the timber and paused. I raised my rifle, steadied the cross hairs behind the shoulder, exhaled and squeezed the trigger. <br />
To my dismay, the buck did not lay down in his tracks as is always my goal. My shot must have gone wide because instead, this one spun and ran back into the brush. I stood there watching sadly while night came on dark and fast. After marking the last spot I saw him with my orange hat, I walked back to the truck to get another flashlight and call for back up. I felt terrible, I've never lost a wounded deer yet, and I sure didn't want to now. Whitney came out and we spent the next two hours of the pitch black night searching in the thick brush with flashlights and head lamps. We finally, and thankfully located the dead buck, but not without some real doubts. After I thanked the buck for his sacrifice, I dressed and cleaned him, and as I dragged him back to the truck I breathed a heavy sigh of relief. I had filled my tag and we had recovered the buck and that's what really mattered. It didn't matter that this buck was only a fork, because after all you can't eat the antlers and I know the big bucks are still out there. Somewhere. <br />
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KJ Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491244819642287650.post-53061724490559594392012-11-09T20:54:00.000-07:002012-11-27T21:49:21.037-07:00Images of hunting season<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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One night last weekend I was driving home after an exhausting day hunting with no game to show for my efforts when a thought came to me. Isn't it strange that the only images of hunting that we share and celebrate are ones that show a happy hunter posing with a harvested animal? While this is of course a pinnacle moment, it tells nothing of the work and dedication it took to get to that point, or the work that remains to be done after the shot. This is only one moment in a wide range of images that actually make a hunting season, and could be part of why non-hunters don't understand why we hunters feel so strongly about hunting. <br />
If you were to actually show images of my typical hunting season, there would be many many pictures with no game at all. Pictures of cold dark mornings, long silent walks, trees bending in whistling winds and red numb fingers. Photos showing entire days with no words spoken, where no animals are seen and long drives home with nothing to show for the effort. <br />
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But there would be more than that. There would be pictures of friends around a campfire, corn bread from a dutch oven, and smoke curling from the chimney above a wall tent. There would be pictures of golden larch needles, white snow flakes, and red huckleberry leaves. There would be pictures of vistas and mountains, streams and rivers. Elk tracks in the snow, fresh droppings and a recent bedding spot. Wolf tracks the size of desert plates, and lion tracks on top of your own tracks made only hours before. <br />
But there has to be more than pictures, you have to convey the sensations too. Not only of the frozen fingers and tired legs, but of the sudden spike in the heart rate when you catch a glimpse of <em>something</em>. The disappointment that comes after a long silent walk when out of nowhere a doe stands up and just like that, effectively warns the entire mountain side of your coming. Of your heart pounding in your ears when a buck spots you and gives you that one second stare before bounding away. The wet sheep smell of your wool pants after hiking all day. The sensation of being soaked in sweat from dragging an animal out even when it's so cold the water in your backpack has frozen. And of finally, <em>finally</em> having made it back to the truck well after dark with the narrow beam of your headlamp<em> </em>guiding the way after trying not to think about all the hungry carnivores that have been watching and smelling you go by. <br />
I guess the thing is that there is way too much about a hunting season to try and share all of it, so we just boil down to the one moment of success. The one moment that proves it was all worthwhile. But success without effort is fleeting. For me the hunts that were the hardest are the stories best recalled, and somehow the meat tastes a little better when there is a good story to go with it. <br />
So for any non-hunters that may be reading this, and especially ones that don't appreciate seeing pictures of dead animals and grinning hunters, just remember your only seeing part of the picture. <br />
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