So it looks like all of that storm prep that I did a few days ago was just a practice run. This is the most recent map of the impending blizzard. Do you see the bright yellow splotch to the right of Worcester? I live there, right in the epicenter of the storm.

 

Once again, I’ve cleaned the coops and added fresh bedding.

 

The goat stall was a particular mess. The goats eat second cutting grass hay. Not timothy. Not alfalfa. Not first cutting. Second. We recently bought a few bales. We were told it was second cutting. The goats tell us that the hay dealer is wrong. They tell us by looking miserably at us when we put a flake in their manger. They emphasize their dissatisfaction by stomping it into the ground.

 

They won’t starve. There’s plenty of good things to eat in that hay pile. But it is wasteful. I shoveled out all of the mucky hay and gave them a nice deep bedding of dry shavings.

 

No doubt unwanted hay will add to the cozy stall while the blizzard blows in. But, in the meanwhile, while I work, the goats play.

 

My sumo-built rabbit is looking forward to the blizzard.

Bring it on! says Phoebe.

 

Please note that ITGuy has added windspeed to the live cams. It should be rather dramatic here tomorrow! Please share my site with your friends – the more people who watch, the more Steve’s work pays off! Hopefully, we won’t lose power and we’ll be able to broadcast all day.

If the weather report is accurate, we’re in for a doozy of a storm tomorrow. There will be sleet and snow accumulation. It’s the sort of heavy, icy precipitation that causes power outages and dangerous roads. Today there’s no hint in the blue skies of what’s to come. I took advantage of the nice (albeit below-freezing) weather to prepare for the storm. I let the animals out to wander and forage while I readied the barns.

 

There is frost on the ground, but the hens pay it no mind. A half-foot of snow, though, will be another story. They’ll be inside for at least a day, and I want to make sure that their coops are dry and fully stocked.

 

Water is more essential than food. We don’t have running water in the barns in the winter (the pipes would burst, and so they’re drained and turned off in November.) But, there is electricity. So, instead of hauling water out daily, I’ve installed a

 for a water source. It’s so much more convenient to fill the waterers from this than to carry them inside the house. Each barn has a tub, and they’re filled once a week – on our schedule, on a nice day, not in the middle of a storm!

 

The hanging feeders needed to be topped off.

 

Manure, even frozen, is too full of moisture to leave in a coop, especially if the hens have nowhere else to go and the pop-door will be closed to keep out blowing snow. This is only two days worth, it’s what drops down when the hens sleep, and they usually stay out of it during the day. But it had to go before the storm arrived. I mucked out and refreshed bedding. Unfortunately, the manure that is frozen on the ground outside is stuck hard. That will have to wait for a thaw. But, I was able to sweep the goats’ patio clean. That will make shoveling the snow easier.

 

Dust bathing outside won’t be possible – so I added fresh sand to the inside dust baths.

 

Sunshine is essential to your flock’s well-being. I can’t imagine keeping hens in winter climates in coops that don’t have large windows (all too prevalent in small, prefab coops!) Coops do get dusty, and so I swept off the windows to let the full amount of sun stream in.

 

Not a bad place to weather a storm.

It rained on Saturday, which washed away much of the snow. This is called the January Thaw. It is not always a good thing. Cold and wind followed the rain. Black ice coated the roads. Driving was hazardous. So is the walk to the coops.

 

Even the dogs step carefully. Lily is smart enough not to chase squirrels.

 

The hens, however, are fine. It’s 20° F, and they’re outside. They don’t stand still on the ice, but they do walk about on it, with no ill effects.

 

Those dinosaur feet do just fine.

 

I, on the other hand, worry about falling. I wear treads. I don’t go outside, not even to the mailbox, without them.

 

It is just as bad at the stable where Tonka lives. He has studs on his shoes so that he can safely walk out to the paddock. Yesterday at the barn, three of us were talking and comparing winter footgear. Conversations about such things can go on at great length! We all had some version of these rubber pull-on ice cleats. The ones on my boots are from LL Bean, but I think that the next pair that I get will be 

. What do you wear when the walking is treacherous?

Just over eight years ago I decided that my good farm dog Lily needed a buddy. She was working hard, chasing foxes, coyotes and neighbor’s dogs off of the property. Because her job was to keep these canines away, it wasn’t easy for her to make friends. How was she to know who was a threat and who wasn’t? Lily didn’t take a break during her day. Even when napping, she would listen for hawks in the sky. I thought that Lily looked stressed. She needed a light-hearted playmate. It was time to get another dog.

I knew that it was going to be hard to integrate a second dog into the household, so I looked for one with the right temperament and history. I found an 8-week old puppy that was in loving foster care, with a big dog and teenagers in the house. He was happy and unfazed by what was going on around him, and friendly to us.

In the last eight years, Scooter has earned his keep as Lily’s sidekick. He’s Robin to her Batman. When she gets too serious, he pesters her to play. He keeps her company on her watch. Sometimes his nap vibes are so powerful that even Lily relaxes.

Scooter was born perfect. Potty training was easy. I didn’t bother with any formal lessons. I didn’t have to.

But last year, that changed. I enrolled in the KPA Professional Trainer’s course. This is a six-month program that teaches how to train animals with positive reinforcement (a system sometimes called clicker training.) Part of the curriculum entails doing exercises with a dog that has never been trained with this method. Luckily, I had one right in the house – Scooter.

When I started training him, he was seven years old. Yes, you can certainly teach an old dog new tricks! Before we began, he didn’t do much more than turn his head if you said his name, and even then, he rarely looked for eye contact with humans. Rather, being a little guy (only eleven pounds) and close to the floor, he paid attention to our feet. Unlike other dogs who make connections – the jingling of keys means a car ride is imminent – Scooter went through his days oblivious. For example, he has never connected the leash with going for walks (which, by the way, he loves.)

Despite being a dog of little brain (and I do say that with love), I knew that he could do the coursework. Positive reinforcement isn’t useful just for smart animals (it’s what’s used to train dolphins.) A clam can be trained to open it’s shell with this technique. Surely, I could train Scooter. For the final evaluation, Scooter had to be able to do ten behaviors on cue, with no breaks in-between. The criteria for these behaviors are exacting. The cues had to vary, some auditory, some gestures, some the presentation of a prop. The response to the cue had to be immediate and the behavior precise. You can’t just say, “My dog will stand on a book.” You have to say with which feet. Does your dog sit? Well, is that for 2 seconds or until released? I’m spoiled with dog training. Lily is a genius. She has a whole repertoire of tricks that I’ve taught her just because I could, and it was fun and easy. Lily watched the training sessions that I did with Scooter. You could almost see her roll her eyes. I trained Scooter to whack a tile with his right paw. Progress was slow. In frustration one day, Lily got up from her place (where I’d asked her to wait – she is a well-trained dog) and she thwacked the tile as if to say, Dim wit! This is what she wants you to do!

Training is simply a way to communicate with animals. Be consistent, clear, tactful and rewarding, and the being you’re working with engages with you. Even Scooter. Soon, instead of a dog that looked at my toes, he was gazing into my face. And he was asking for more training sessions.

 

In between all of that work, Scooter kept to his usual schedule, which entailed sleeping in, and many naps.

The final exam was last week. We drove to a dog training facility, which was a stressful place for Scooter. There were smells and weird surfaces to walk on. Dogs he didn’t know, barking. Lily didn’t come. It was Robin, all on his own.

Scooter did his behavior chain flawlessly. He was quite proud of himself. Here he is right after, back in his safe crate, where, after he let me know that he is a genius dog after all, he promptly curled up and fell asleep.

I don’t have a video of the final, but here is one taken about a week before. (Note that the paw whack there is with his left paw. I retrained that for a consistent right paw touch. Scooter learned that in 3 days.)

I am taking my certification and training skills into the horse world, where there is much need of kindness, and of training based on science and ethology. If you want to understand why your horse does what he does, if you want a cooperative horse that eagerly engages in training and enjoys his work, I’d be happy to help. I’m available for email, Skype, or in-person consultations.

A place that has displays that look like this:

and this:

doesn’t usually have this among the art:

The Laurelwood Garden Club holds its monthly meetings at the Fitchburg Art Museum. I was invited to give my talk, Gardening for Chicken Keepers, to the group this morning, and I was encouraged to bring a hen. That’s unusual. Chickens give off dander and have dirt between their toes. Museum curators flinch at the idea of live birds shaking dust into their air. I’ve talked at museums before, and have never been allowed to bring a chicken. But, this room’s collection was well-protected and the room is being demolished next week for renovation. So, Opal joined me at the museum.

She was fascinated by her surroundings. She looked at the ancient artifacts, and people looked at her. She was treated like a new work of art.

 

While I talked, she chortled happily. Museums are cozy, she said. Then she took a nap. Luckily for me, unlike my hen, the audience stayed awake for my presentation.

I’m booking now for talks to Garden Clubs through 2015. Contact me if interested!