An Improved GoatCam

IT Guy has upgraded software and reconfigured things. He explained what he did while we were eating lunch. I’m afraid that my mind wandered. But, I did manage to focus again when he said something about improved streaming. Anyway, whatever IT Guy did, it was quite brilliant.

Caper is also brilliant, but he tries to hide it so that he can get his brother, Pip, in trouble.

Caper and Cam

 

In the above photo, you can see the cam. The shelf above it is to keep the goats from standing on, and breaking, the camera. Despite the fact that these cameras are designed for outdoor security and remain intact through all weather and major storms, they are no match for goats.

on cam

 

The cams are made to withstand graffiti, but they are not guaranteed for use with goats. I invite the manufacturer to do product testing here.

There is jostling in the stall. Stuff (of the unmentionable kind) gets on the protective plastic lens.

goats jostling

 

Here are the goats rubbing against the Goat Maid’s rubber boots. Wearing boots that they can rub against is one of her jobs.

goats rubbing boots

 

Much to the goats’ chagrin, she often fails at this, and so the goats have to resort to rubbing other things. LIke the cams.

goats rub cam

So, enjoy the improved live-streaming, and I apologize in advance if you see it through a haze of goat dirt. IT Guy can’t solve every problem.

Fussy Eater Rabbits

The late, great, and much missed Empress of the Backyard, Candy, was an imperious rabbit. She turned up her twitchy nose at regular rabbit pellets. She insisted on being fed Exact Rainbow feed. It was hard to find, and more expensive, but she was the monarch, and we did what we were told.

Candy

 

Phoebe is more of a figurehead rather than a ruler. During the day she takes breaks from the melee in the chicken yard and happily hangs out in her cozy bed under the nesting boxes.

Pheobe's nose

 

Phoebe doesn’t insist on special treatment. She eats regular rabbit pellets, and isn’t fussy about the brand. At least, that’s what I thought. But, the other day I came across the Exact Rainbow feed. I thought I’d treat her to it.

rabbit food

 

Phoebe ate it all … except for the red bits. This is what the bowl looked like after a day.

red food

 

I can just imagine her, fussy nose wiggling. whiskers vibrating, carefully picking her way through the pellets and rejecting each and every red pellet. She might not be an Empress, but she is a Princess.

I took a second look at the feed’s label. All of the ingredients looked good until the end of the list where I read artificial color. I’m sure it’s there for the humans, not the rabbits. All too often pet food is designed for what the marketers think the owners will find appealing, and not what’s good for the critters. The Princess has politely asked not to be fed this again. Basic rabbit pellets will be reinstated on the Royal’s menu.

Dog Training

I’m more than halfway through the KPA Dog Trainer Professional course. Training takes observation, persistence, consistency, empathy and creativity.

Lily is a very good trainer.

She observed that Steve leaves his slippers by the back door when he goes out in the morning to care for the chickens and goats.

slippers

 

Lily takes a slipper.

taking slipper

 

She is patient and has very good timing (two more traits that need mention.) When Steve comes back inside, there is only one slipper to put on. Lily has trained him to come into the kitchen and say Where’s my slipper? Only then does she bring the slipper back.

holding slipper

 

She has positioned him right next to the treat jar. As I said, Lily is a very good trainer.

treat jar

 

She hands over the slipper and Steve gives her a treat.

treat

Good boy!

Lily thought up this trick all by herself. I never taught her to fetch slippers. Lily came up with this genius idea and carefully trained Steve to do each step. She managed to do it all with positive reinforcement so that Steve enjoys the trick as much as she does. I’m taking training lessons from Lily.

Winter Woolies

I went looking for a wooly bear caterpillar. Folklore has it that the bands on this black and brown caterpillar predicts the severity of the winter. I can usually find one under fallen leaves in my garden, but this morning I came up empty handed. So, how else might I look into the future? The goats are also wooly bears.

pip coat

 

Everyday I go out and give the goaties a good scratching. I can feel and see that their undercoat has come in, and it’s thick.

caper back

 

But, that’s what they’re like every winter, whether it’s a deep freeze like last year, or not. So, perhaps the horses can help me foretell the future?

Tonka is as sleek and shiny as ever. His hair is longer, but he’s far from a wooly bear.

Tonka's coat

 

So, I looked at Maggie’s beautiful steel grey coat. It, too, is long but not thick.

Maggie's coat

 

The official weather forecast is for a milder winter than usual here in southern New England. As always, we’ll just have to wait and see. Insulated boots are at the back door, blankets hang on rungs at the stable. The goats don’t care what comes their way, as long as I’m there, every morning, to give them scratches.

Beavers Abound

One reason that my small town has remained small, despite being less than thirty miles from Boston, is that much of the landscape looks like this.

beaver country

There are extensive stretches of wetlands, and where it’s not wet and mucky, there are granite outcroppings and rubble leftover from the last ice age. It wasn’t good for farming, or road building, or development. By the time modern construction equipment came along, much of the land had already been put under environmental protection.

Today any remaining usable parcels are valuable, and the town struggles over questions of development. There are endless meetings between builders and the Board of Health, and Planning, and Conservation.

But, there is one builder that goes about mostly unfettered. Here is an example of her work.

large lodge

 

See that mound in the middle of the wetlands? It’s a beaver lodge.

lodge closeup

 

The dead trees nearby are due to the beavers’ flooding of this plain (which is just over the town line in the community next door.) Whereas humans are prevented from impacting these wildlands, beavers go about building their homes without ever having to get permission. It’s essential work. Sometimes, though, the damming and tree felling happens in a backyard, and a lawn disappears into an expanding pond. (Since we rely on septic systems, this can be especially problematic!)  Our department of public works employees have spent hours clearing out culverts to keep roadways from being flooded.

Beaver populations are growing (beavers are rodents and breed like such) and they’re expanding their range. My house is a distance from the small rivers and wetlands that beavers prefer. So far, my property hasn’t turned into a waterfront lot.

I’ve yet to take a photo of a beaver, so here is one pulled from the internet.

American-beaver-feeding-on-leaves

 

The term busy as a beaver is apt. There’s a reason that Steve’s MIT class ring has a beaver on it. These animals are determined and creative engineers. But, like all wild animals that live in territory that overlaps ours, there are on-going tensions. Last spring I rode Tonka down a familiar trail at the backside of the the town’s fire station. The path took us past a newly felled tree, which had tell-tale beaver teeth marks on it. A dam there would have flooded the parking area for the fire trucks. Luckily for the town, the beaver moved on. That said, at the time, I took a moment to marvel at what a beaver could do with only a pair of big yellow teeth and determination!

beaver-teeth

image from National Geographic