Sunday, 8 July 2012

Ragwort and Thistles - Poisonous and Prickly


Sunday 8th July 2012

More wildlife at first light.
This leveret relies on sitting tight for protection.
At some point last night Daisy and Gerald must have sorted out their sleeping arrangements. All was sleepy under dramatic skies this morning.










As I said in yesterday's post, I took a bit of a battering yesterday. So my aching body would appeciate a day of leisure today, with a certain Wimbledon final scheduled at the heart of it (and, less historically, a manure collection). I spent the early morning taking in some of the details in the garden. 
 

There was too much dew to venture back into the meadow.
But it looked beautiful as it bejewelled the drooping asparagus ferns.

The chickens gained height
to avoid getting their
feathers drenched
and Cocky fluffed himself up big.



Back in the spring, Sue peppered Weasel Ridge
with poppy seeds.
Her efforts are now being handsomely rewarded.
 

And so it was that I pottered around for a while, browsing on dew-covered raspberries and strawberries, delightfully crunchy sugarsnap peas and the freshest of garden peas plucked straight from the pod.

All a far cry from yesterday's exertions. Reward for my efforts.

Ragwort and Thistles.













I actually happen to like both of these plants. The deep cut leaves of ragwort topped by sunny explosions of yellow florets. And the stark, sharp outlines of thistles supporting those wonderful globes opening into deep purple tufts so beloved of bees and butterflies.

Cut in May, they'll grow back in a day.
Cut in June is much too soon
Cut in July, sure to die
(or say goodbye)
That's the old rhyme about thistles. So it's time for action! In fact I'm still in two minds about the thistles. They're so very good for wildlife, but the problem is that if I let them flower and seed they end up everywhere. They're a complete pain to clear though. So spiky I can't even pick up the cut stems with gloves on. Instead I have to pick them up using the shears. Leave them on the ground and months later those needle like thorns come back to haunt.
Maybe I should just leave one patch, far enough away from the bare soil of the veg patches to not cause too much of a problem. 
No. Those seeds get blown everywhere. Better, I think, to replace them with something less invasive. Probably teasel, so good for the bees in the summer and the goldfinches in the winter.
There'll always be a few thistles that get through the net. But I'm going to learn from my mistakes of the past. Whenever I have selectively allowed certain 'weeds' to grow because I liked them, they have invariably betrayed my trust and ended up swamping everything around!

As for the ragwort. Well, if everything I read were true it would surely have taken over the Earth by now, wiping out all wildlife that stood in its way.
True, it's a complete pain to eradicate. Let it flower and, as a biennial, it should die. But how many seedlings will pop up elsewhere? Cut it and it just resprouts stronger, even changing it's growth habit to behave like a perennial. Try pulling it and invariably it snaps at the base, leaving the roots to sprout new growth. Even digging it out would leave fragments of root, each reportedly giving rise to a new plant.

Now, this would not be a problem if it weren't for the fact that ragwort is one of only five plants which landowners are obliged to control. For it is poisonous to livestock, particularly horses. Again, if you believe everything you read it would seem that a horse or a cow only has to look at a ragwort plant and it will drop dead.
Of course, all of the above dire warnings come from the chemical companies, who'd just love you to feel you had no option but to use their products. It might be easier, but my experience tells me that with persistence and hard work I can get on top of the problem. But it is a problem I need to keep on top of, for if I let it get out of control I will never be able to sell hay from the meadow should I wish.

And now is the perfect time for the job. The ground is waterlogged, even with patches of standing water. It's hard to remember we're in July! The plants are towering up and their disks of yellow flowers announce their presence.
So, with a trowel to loosen the soil I set to work prowling around the meadow pulling and digging every plant I could see. Every plant I pulled was carefully collected for burning.
Most plants yielded their long tapering roots and even the largest came out with most of their rootballs intact. OK, so some of the tiny bits of root will regrow, but there is no way that inflicting so much damage on a plant can result in it coming back stronger.

Of course, if I am eating my words in a couple of years, I can always give up my principles. Though even then I'll spot treat each individual plant rather than blithely wiping out every broadleaf herb in the meadow.

Saturday, 7 July 2012

Down and Dirrty...with the pigs



Saturday 7th July 2012
A promising start.

A young Roe Deer at first light comes just close enough to snap.

An early start today to make the most of the fine weather. A day of ragwort and thistle extraction. More on this in tomorrow's post. Suffice to say I've been pricked, stung, electrocuted and I have a nasty rash on my arms! And how could I forget...a tiny bit of sunburn!...And back ache.
By early afternoon I'd done 8 hours and was whacked. A good time for a supermarket trip as we'd not been for almost four weeks.



Down and Dirrty with the pigs
Rejuvenated by my break and on a slight sugar high from my supermarket treats, it was now time to move Gerald, since I'd separated the piglets from Daisy yesterday. We'd been holding Gerald in the stables for a while, mainly to avoid having to sell the piglets as weaners over the Christmas period. It takes 3 months, 3 weeks and 3 days for a pig to have her babies, then another 8 weeks till I separate the piglets from their mother. So even if Gerald does the deed today, it will still be about New Year's Day when they are being weaned. It could be up to two and a half weeks before Daisy is ready to become pregnant, though in my experience it seems the sow changes her cycle to make the most of the boar's interest!

After a relatively straightforward journey from the stables to the pig pen, Sue and I spent a pleasant summer's evening with the pigs and chickens. Spending time observing the animals is not only a very pleasant experience, but is an important part of good husbandry.


The rest can be told in pictures.
 
Gerald was keen to get
out of the stables.

Watched by the geese,
he headed straight down to the pig pens.

 
He even broke into a trot at one point.
The only tricky bit was getting him
over the threshold into the pen.
For some reason, pigs are never keen
to go through gates.
Could be that he discovered clover along the way!
We actually brought Daisy out
and he followed her back in.

 












Daisy clearly remembers Gerald. She was
impressed at how well turned out he was.



Until...









That's better!
Gerald doesn't get out much these days.
He was straight into the mud.
Now, this website is not in the habit of displaying adult content, but the next section comes with an X-certificate. 
It contains scenes of a sexual nature as well as full on nudity.





Look closely and you'll see a part of Gerald that doesn't normally come out! (It's the thing underneath him that looks like a stick poking out of the ground.)
He was clearly pleased to see Daisy. I had heard rumours that the part in question was corkscrew shaped at the end and it was!!
Gerald's amorous advances included
gently nibbling Daisy's tail.
But Daisy was having none of it.
The last time she saw him was
2 months ago and he had been playing away.
She was in no mood for forgiveness.
Not yet at least.
... and definitely not with the children watching!


Gerald played the family man card

The piglets were very keen to meet their
father. Did they know who he was?
Only one of them had ever seen him before.

  


Lest we forget, the chickens proved more than capable of providing entertainment too. When we led Gerald down, they all lined up along the fence to watch. But their minds quickly turned back to chicken affairs, especially their evening ration of wheat.


Gerald and Daisy were last seen getting very grumpy with each other over accommodation for the night. The ark will be very cosy, but I'm sure they'll make their peace and find a way to snuggle in together.
I left them at dusk, both mooching around outside.

Friday, 6 July 2012

July drips on

The right half
The left half











I am quite a stoical man, but COME ON!!! How long can it rain for?

The weather today was so wet I even did my paperwork. Movement records and medecine records for the pigs. These can be inspected at any time so best to get them done. But it's not often I can't find something better to do.

I did try for a while to work outside but got absolutely drenched. At least I managed to separate Daisy from the piglets and to mix up wormer for the chickens.

It's all to do with the jet stream, that flow of air across the Atlantic that keeps us warmer than we otherwise would be. If it ever switches, our weather could dramatically change. So, the elephant in the room... has it ever stayed so far south for so long?

And when the sun finally came out today to reveal a beautiful evening I was faced with the choice between slug and weed bashing (perfect weather for these activities) or Andy Murray and Jo Wilfred Tsonga bashing it out on Centre Court.

... After the match, I ventured into the veg patch to do some slug bashing until I discovered that the soil was perfect for pulling weeds. Even the couch grass gave up it's sharp, tapering roots. And without the weeds the slugs have more open ground to cover and fewer damp, shady places to hang out.

I must have managed over an hours work outside when the rain came again. I soldiered on until I glanced behind me to see the most amazing double rainbow spanning the sky. A sprint for the camera, but I missed the best of it. If only there were really a pot of gold at the base!

Beautiful as they are, I'm feeling very ambivalent about rainbows right now. For they are invariably accompanied by rain. On the flip-side, they are invariably accompanied by at least a little sunshine.

Friday 6th July 2012
A fourth month of rain continues unabated.






Thursday, 5 July 2012

Cure for Baldness


Doris Crook must have been
most pleased to receive
this book of wisdom in 1935.

What an amazing book, containing information on just about everything!

I've picked out just a couple of sections pertaining to vegetables. Article 1280 may just see me become a rich man! I hope that red onions work OK for this as I've grown loads of them. Maybe the shallots could form the basis of some sort of upmarket service.

















As for article 190. If I had managed to harvest any carrots yet, I can't think of a better way to spoil them!
Old wisdom is not always the best.
How times change!
Thursday 5th July 2012
Cor, we had some downpours today.










Wednesday, 4 July 2012

Odds'n'Sods

Wednesday 4th July 2012
It did actually turn out to be quite a nice day.

My own man
The best part of my new smallholder lifestyle is that I can choose what to do and when, although the animals, the plants and the weather might have something to say about this. I guess that what I really mean is that my day is mostly free of interference by other people! This suits me perfectly as I am an independent so-and-so who doesn't really like being told what to do!

If I want to, I can devote a whole day to one job. Or I can fill a day with bits and pieces. Within my familiar, slowly evolving little plot little things happen and I have the time to notice them. 
I have to choose what to pick out for blogging purposes. So here's just a small selection of those little things from the past few days...

Gerry makes himself at home.
Gerry
Rivalling me for stubbornness has been our cat, Gerry.
He is well and truly better now, but since being given normal, wet cat food when he was ill, he has decided that he no longer likes the biscuits which he spent the first fifteen months of his life eating. Yesterday I won the battle and he ate biscuits, having refused to touch anything for two whole days. His tummy had even be heard to rumble. However, somebody has cracked and given him Wh*skas again!!!

Guineafowl
Lady Guinea has started laying again. I suspected this when G'nea G'nea himself was becoming more and more macho, calling raucously and charging at me (always behind my back). While I was clearing out the weeds from the poppy patch on Weasel Ridge I came across an egg sitting in a hollow on the ground.

Too late to realise, I'd left it totally exposed and it was no surprise that something had snaffled it by the next day. But then Lady Guinea moved to the soft fruit patch and left this behind....

Unfortunately the crows found that one. It would be lovely if one day I couldn't find Lady Guinea. It would hopefully precede her appearance with a family of young guineafowl.

Bird movements
I've not mentioned our fenland birdlife for a while, and that's because everything had settled down to breed. But I've started seeing the first young birds and gangs of young starlings. In the last few days I've seen a few birds of note though. A hobby appeared on Saturday, doubtless intending to try its luck hunting some of the young swallows. It was seen off by the adults though.
The same evening a cuckoo was fluttering about calling, being pursued by some very worried little bird, many times smaller.

Then, on Sunday, the familiar call of an oystercatcher came from afar announcing an imminent fly-past. A common tern drifted over too. Yesterday, two oystercatchers and four lapwings.

None of these birds is particularly rare, but they are noteworthy when they appear here. And for five noteworthy species to appear within a few days shows that something is happening. A slight change in the seasons. Post-breeding movements or failed breeders moving on. As far as birding is concerned, spring is over and autumn is on the way!

Chinese Artichokes


Down in the veg plot I've planted out the Chinese Artichokes. I've not grown these tiny corkscrew tubers before and I don't even know what they taste like! I know they can be sliced and eaten raw and I'm hoping for something crunchy and nutty.

Some Swiss Chard has been left
to flower and produce seed
Swiss Chard
I've sorted out the Swiss Chard too. It overwintered successfully and has grown to impressive proportions. But, being a biennial, it's now thrown up tough central stalks topped with flower spikes. So I harvested what leaves and stems I could for harvesting and left just a few plants for seed (and out of curiosity).
The rest of the bed was needed for some of this year's courgettes and outdoor cucumbers and for Borlotti beans.

A welcome visitor
On Saturday our local swarm collector called in. What a friendly man and a font of all knowledge, not just bees but pigs, geese, chickens...

At the beginning of this post I may have sounded as if I don't like people. That's not strictly true and this was a very welcome visitor, as are most people who visit.

However, I can be a bit fussy about which people I like and which I don't! And call me grumpy but I do prefer animals and birds.





Tuesday, 3 July 2012

On the Cucurbit front

Patriotic Potatoes revisited
I have been totally perplexed of late. Viewing figures for my blog have rocketed and I haven't been able to work out why. While it's nice to think that anybody would want to read about what we do here at Swallow Farm, I'm no self-publicist (thought the Sex In The Strawberry Bed post was a shameless attempt at increasing viewing figures!) So why should Patriotic Potatoes storm ahead of all other posts?? And why would I get more hits from Germany than from the UK?
Yes, my flag made of three varieties of potato was ingenious, witty and original... Apparently not!


For I googled Patriotic Potatoes in search of explanation. Turns out I'm not the first person to think of it. In fact Patriotic Potatoes is a celebratory American dish. And tomorrow's date...
And Germany? I guess they still have all those American bases there?

I do hope my flood of recent visitors haven't been too disappointed with what they found.

Oh, forgot to say for tomorrow..

Happy Fisherman's day to all in The Marshall Islands.
Happy Family day to all those in Lesotho.
Happy day of Agwe to all Haitians.
And a very Happy Birthday to Queen Sonja of Norway.

Reckon I may just have hit on a plan to up the blog hits!!!



On the Cucurbit front
The squashes, pumpkins and courgettes always take a bit of a knock when planted outside. It's not unusual to lose a few. Stems wither, leaves yellow, slugs attack, grey mould appears. This year I've given them as much help as I can, protection, goodness, special planting sites, rainy slug hunts...

And it seems to be working. Today I found flourishing green leaves and even a couple of flowers. One was growing so well it pushed it's milk carton protection right off the ground!
I'm not setting my hopes too high yet, but if we get some sunshine things may just turn out well on the cucurbit front.


Tuesday 3rd July
and tomorrow is...

Monday, 2 July 2012

Raising the pulses

Monday 2nd July
A glorious morning sky.


Exotic beans
I bought a cheap packet of beans from a pound shop which contained black-eyed (one of my favourites), haricot (baked beans), purple teepee and butter bean. I must say, I hadn't realised I'd be able to grow this range of pulses but, aside from slug browsing, they seem to be doing quite nicely.
Rows of exotic beans. A few gaps, but otherwise doing OK.

The thought struck me that I already had half a jar of black-eyed beans in the pantry. Could these be any different to what I'd just planted? So, as an experiment, I've sprouted the beans and literally thrown them into the ground.

Now to wait and see what happens. Could be a very cheap way of buying lots of seeds (though hopefully I'll be able to save my own of this particular variety anyway).

I'm also growing loads of kidney beans with seed saved from last year. These are edible as dwarf beans but, being a heritage variety (Canadian Wonder), I found the stringiness not to my taste. However, the prospect of jars full of dried beans for winter protein is a very appealing one.




Meanwhile, the Borlotti beans I sowed in the greenhouse are reaching for the skies and ready to be planted out.

Borlottis protected in the greenhouse.












Likewise, all the other beans I belatedly sowed to fill the slug gaps are bursting into the fresh air. I love growing beans - they come up so strong and before you know it you've got strong, thriving plants.








Outside, most of the early sown beans have just about made it past the slugs. There's an equation here - growth rate of the plant against rate of eating by the slugs. This is where my wet weather slug culls redress the balance in favour of the plants. A modicum of sunshine in the last few days has helped too.

However, the seeds I planted direct in mid May are nowhere to be seen. This is when the slug explosion really went berserk. My French beans Blue Lake (a tender, stringless variety) have completely vanished in the soil.
Let's hope that giving them a start in paper pots and culling the slugs will give the new plants a fighting chance.

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