I have been absent for quite some time. But I’ll try to get back on here in a week and answer some of your questions. Sorry for the delays.
There’s been a bit of activity over at Antique Heap Blog, and also on Flickr. I think she’s gone crazy with all the paperback books she’s strewing all over the web. After all she is my alter ego, and one and the same as yours truly.
Anyway, here are the links to the ROMANCE novels, along with all other categories of books and antiques.
I know you all wonder how Yowie Yoga Cat has been doing with his CAREER. Actually he’s been doing a lot of photo shoots lately.
HOWEVER . . . Nowdays, when he isn’t posing for a photo shoot, he hangs out with BUBBA
And he also hangs out with CHICKME, his maybe girlfriend
A sixth pile of antique postcards . . . And that’s not ALL I’ll scan some more later on.
A fifth big bunch of antique postcards . . . They did a lot of travel art back then.
A fourth batch of antique postcards . . .
A third batch of antique postcards . . .
A second batch of antique postcards . . .
These antiques aren’t expensive at all. And they don’t take up any more space than a photo.
http://www.webstore.com/store,pgr,172423,user_id,shop is where these toys will be found for sale
Hand made slim line ball point pens with a Southern Tennessee Heritage. Made from many beautiful and unusual woods. Boxelder, Cedar, Chestnut, Cherry, Fir, Poplar, Red Bud, Red Gum, Maple, Mahogany, Peach, Sassafras, Red Oak, White Oak, Canadian Oak, Light Walnut, Dark Walnut, Multicolored Walnut and various burls. These make fantastic presents for graduations, birthdays, awards, Christmas, or any other special occasion. $18.99 each (all woods are the same price) Order with a clear hardshell plastic gift box for $19.95 each
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I had this postcard and decided to find more information about it.
From Wikipedia article North American B-25 Mitchell
The B-25 was named in honor of General Billy Mitchell, a pioneer of U.S. military aviation.
The B-25 was a descendant of the earlier XB-21 (North American-39) project of the mid-1930s. Experience gained in developing that aircraft was eventually used by North American in designing the B-25 (called the NA-40 by the company).
The majority of B-25s in American service were used in the Pacific. They fought on Papua New Guinea, in Burma and in the island hopping campaign in the central Pacific.
In Burma, the B-25 was often used to attack Japanese communication links, especially bridges in central Burma. It also helped supply the besieged troops at Imphal in 1944.
In the Pacific, the B-25 proved itself to be a very capable anti-shipping weapon, sinking many ships.
The first B-25s arrived in Egypt just in time to take part in the Battle of El Alamein. From there the aircraft took part in the rest of the campaign in North Africa, the invasion of Sicily and the advance up Italy.
The U.S. Eighth Air Force, based in Britain, concentrated on long-range raids over Germany and occupied Europe. During World War Two the British RAF received nearly 900 Mitchells, using them to replace Douglas Bostons, Lockheed Venturas and Vickers Wellington bombers.
Although the B-25 was originally designed to bomb from medium altitudes in level flight, it was used frequently in the Southwest Pacific theatre on treetop-level strafing and missions with parachute-retarded fragmentation bombs against Japanese airfields in New Guinea and the Philippines
The B-25 first gained fame as the bomber used in the 18 April 1942 Doolittle Raid, in which 16 B-25Bs led by Lieutenant Colonel Jimmy Doolittle attacked mainland Japan, four months after the bombing of Pearl Harbor.
The Royal Air Force (RAF) was an early customer for the B-25 via Lend-Lease. The RAF was the only force to use the B-25 on raids against Europe from bases in the United Kingdom, as the USAAF used the Martin B-26 Marauder and Boeing B-17 Flying Fortress for this purpose instead.
The Royal Canadian Air Force (RCAF) was an important user of the B-25 Mitchell,
The Australians got Mitchells by the spring of 1944.
During World War II, the Mitchell served in fairly large numbers with the Air Force of the Dutch government-in-exile
The U.S. supplied 862 B-25 (of B, D, G, and J types) aircraft to the Soviet Union under lend-lease during the Second World War via the Alaska–Siberia ALSIB ferry route.
Well over 100 B-25Cs and Ds were supplied to the Nationalist Chinese during the Second World War. In addition, a total of 131 B-25Js were supplied to China under Lend-Lease.
During the war, the Força Aérea Brasileira (FAB) received a few B-25s under Lend-Lease.
At least 21 Mitchell IIIs were issued by the Royal Air Force to No 342 Squadron, which was made up primarily of Free French aircrews.
At 9:40 on Saturday, 28 July 1945, a USAAF B-25D crashed in thick fog into the north side of the Empire State Building between the 79th and 80th floors.
There are more than one hundred surviving North American B-25 Mitchells scattered over the world, mainly in the United States. Most of them are on static display in museums, but about 45 are still airworthy.
Crew: 6 (one pilot, one co-pilot, navigator/bombardier, turret gunner/engineer, radio operator/waist gunner, tail gunner)
Length: 52 ft 11 in (16.13 m)
Wingspan: 67 ft 7 in (20.60 m)
Height: 16 ft 4 in (4.98 m)
Wing area: 610 sq ft (56.7 m²)
Empty weight: 19,480 lb (8,855 kg)
Max. takeoff weight: 35,000 lb (15,910 kg)
Powerplant: 2 × Wright R-2600-92 Twin Cyclone 14-cylinder air-cooled radial engine, 1,700 hp (1,267 kW) each
Maximum speed: 272 mph (237 kn, 438 km/h) at 13,000 ft (3,960 m)
Cruise speed: 230 mph (200 knots, 370 km/h)
Range: 1,350 mi (1,174 nmi, 2,174 km)
Service ceiling: 24,200 ft (7,378 m)
Guns: 12–18 × .50 in (12.7 mm) machine guns and 75 mm (2.95 in) T13E1 cannon
Hardpoints: 2,000 lb (900 kg) ventral shackles to hold one external Mark 13 torpedo
Rockets: racks for eight 5 in (127 mm) high velocity aircraft rockets (HVAR)
Bombs: 3,000 lb (1,360 kg) bombs
List of aircraft of World War II
The List of aircraft of World War II includes all the aircraft used by those countries which were at war during World War II from the period between their joining the conflict and the conflict ending for them. See this article at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_aircraft_of_World_War_II
Note: jewelant.com has this postcard, and if you like it, it is possible to order a print of it to hang on your wall. The original was scanned in high resolution, and would make a fine addition to any military collection. Just email jewelant and inquire.
Jewelant is at work to create some antique remade jewelry for you. These were made from antique earrings with no backs, but two of them I made from scratch from antique swarovski crystals that came from very antique necklaces. The crystal necklaces that didn’t have enough crystals left to restring, so I just tried my hand at making a few earring sets out of them.
NOTE: If you are ordering more than one item, instead of clicking on the buy now button, contact me by email, because I can ship four items for the same shipping price. I can just send the invoice by email. When I figure the shopping cart option things will be much better.
Jewelant is painting more ceramics before Christmas 2014.
Gnome leaping over turtle. Completely handpainted and sealed for the outdoors. He wants to go home with you. You could hang your jewlery on him, or use him as a door prop. 9”tall x 5”wide x 7 1/2” deep. #CER 18 $26.00
I had recently started letting my chickens out of their pen to roam the yard. I have a privacy fence, and after blocking the undersides of all the gates, not including hawks, it was a pretty safe place for them to roam if I didn’t let the dog out of his pen.
So I let them out and watched to see where they hung out. For the most part they stayed at the back of the property which is where thiere pen and nests are at. They scratched everywhere, the compost pile was a favorite, as was under the flatbed and trailers in the backyard. I introduced them to the winter garden which had nothing in it they could destroy.
They had a whole lotta chicken fun. And I cut down on the feed bill quite a lot. They got bugs, and grass, and seeds to eat all day long. They got to roll in the dirt, flap their wings, run a good distance too. But when I’d come out to take a head count, (I’ve got six hens), there was always one not with the flock that I would have to search for.
Today I went out to check on them and that renegade chicken was at it again, only this time I couldn’t seem to get her to come when I called, even though five of the hens were eating chopped apples and leftover spaghetti as a treat. I came back out later, I heard what I thought was something from under one of the junk cars in the yard. Worried that maybe a racoon or possum had started living in a trunk, I checked.
Nope . . . no chicken. And I’m worried about her because she isn’t staying where I can find her.
I went around and looked under all the vehicles, the trailers, anywhere one might find a chicken hiding. And low and behold, under the BACK side of a trailer, was this very silent chicken. She wasn’t unhappy, or hurt. She wasn’t laying an egg. What she had done was to scratch out a hole in the dirt under the trailer and hunker her body into it. She didn’t seem to be nesting.
What she was doing was to just plain take a spa dirt bath. She was happily contented to just wiggle around in the cold dirt and bathe in it. I mean she was in total chicken heaven too. Her eyes were glazed with this enjoyment I’ve not seen anywhere so intense.
And she seems to just be that type of personality, a chicken that is a renegade, independent “doesn’t need the flock” kind of gal. But I think I need to mark her with a scarlet “R”.
Some of the beautiful heart pendants I have fashioned. I love hearts, it reminds me of my beau. who got me a gold heart ring.
NOTE: You can order 1-4 items for the same shipping price, but to do this right now send me the item numbers and descriptions and I can invoice you through email. Just contact me through the form below instead of clicking on the Buy Now buttons.
More Jewelry that I have crafted from antique pieces
Antique Gold bow necklace with chain. Measures 1 3/4” x 2” chain measures 24” I made this necklace from a bow pin that had a completely broken pin back. I could have replaced the pin back, but thought it looked nice as a pendant. Chain may not be antique, but the pin is. $24.00 #JEW 29
Antique gold tone Camellia necklace with one shining pearl in the very center. Measures 1 1/2” x 1 1/2” chain measures 22” $24.00 #JEW 30
Victorian chandlier earrings Silver toned victorian chandelier earrings each with two silver dangles and two light blue beads. French hook hangers. Measures 1” x 2” . #JEW 31 $10.00
Peacock pendant Large Antique teardrop painted peacock pendant with gold chain. Measures 2” x 1 1/4” chain measures 28”. #JEW 33 $24.00
NOTE: Shipping is $6.50 for 1-4 items. But right now PayPal will not figure this correctly. If you wish to buy more than one item, contact me with the form below and specify the catalogue number and description, and I will send you an invoice with the correct postage.
I have a lot of ANTIQUE jewelry that is between 50 to 170 years old. Rhinestone, metallic, Mother of Pearl, Earrings, pins, pins that double as necklaces, bracelets, and it is all very very old. It was owned by a relative and she put it in a trunk where it remained for about 30 years until her passing. There was so much of it that no normal person could wear all of it unless they wore a piece each day for years. Additionally, I also inherited antique buttons, military emblems and awards, and medallions of all kinds.
So I aked myself “Hey, you, if you wanted a nice piece of jewelry for yourself, what would you do with it?” And me said that I’d just make something out of it. So here I post for you some of the jewelry I made out of my antique parts. I would wear them myself, but I don’t have ten or twenty bodies to wear it on. It’s all very dressy and for sale.
I’ve also got many broken necklaces that are antique beads that someone strung on simple sewing thread, which rots in 75-100 years. So if you bead a lot contact me for pictures of my beads. I might have some you’d like. If you have a question as to the history of some of them just ask and I’ll post an article on it.
I also have superb unbroken antique jewelry all over the place, but I will be posting that elsewhere, probably on my website at www.jewelant.com
NOTE ON SHIPPING: Currently I do not sell outside the United States, so shipping is for the U.S. only right now. Later on I may change this, but for now that’s the deal. If you wish to buy more than one item I can ship several small items for the same shipping price. Over a certain weight or size the package size goes up and so does the shipping.
Silver toned metal and green rhinestone pendant and necklace. Pendant measures 7/8” x 7/8”. Silver toned chain 27” Late 1800’s to early 1900’s #JEW 11 SOLD
I sold this one, but if you like green sparklies, I’ll list some of the other ones I have that are similar later this week. I’ve also got a pin and earrings that are green rhinestones AND also are antique.
To those of you that saw me at the Ripley Arts and Crafts Festival. A big hug and hi how are ya! If I seemed a bit scattered it was because I had a whole hours sleep before I got there. Up all nite packing . . .
But if you saw anything there you wanted, or need a smaller size or a gift for birthdays or Christmas, you can get ahold of me through my email or this blog. If you didn’t get a card with my contact information, it’s email@example.com. Or leave as comment on this blog and I’ll get back to you.
I noticed this also. Good post
And why was it that I missed what was going on?
DID I MISS IT ALL BECAUSE I WORKED ALL MY LIFE?
From the time I started to work there was no time to watch news or even much time to do the essential things that needed to be done. For over 15 years I worked 10-12 hours a day with no weekends off. Time to watch TV? No way. I barely had time to get home, take a bath, eat, and go to bed, getting up at 4am to start all over again. By the time I finished with this routine I was retirement age but still couldn’t afford to retire. I retired anyway in protest.
How many other people in the United States live with this kind of routine? Even if they don’t work as many hours as…
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DO I HAVE BEEKEEPER PTSD?
After I recently got stung to pieces trying to capture a swarm in the wrong manner, all kinds of things went through my pea brain. Kind of like a person that falls off or gets bucked off a horse, I was reluctant to do my normal bee routine. I was having trouble wanting to get back out there and tend to the remaining bees that I did have. Although I know that with my suit and gloves on, the chances of getting stung again were not really very likely. And I always take great pains not to crush anyone.
But I had never in 5 years of owning bees gotten to really enjoying them. I did not enjoy the fact that they really didn’t like my presence, and could act really hateful at the wrong moves. Adding to the fact was that I had changed my bees from Russians, to two different other breeds. One of these breeds was Italians, which did not seem to be very touchy. The other breed was a mutt breed called “survivor bees” who seemed calm, but with no warning would explode into a rage. I had never had any bees that temperamental.
My Russians would always head butt me before actually stinging, so I had some kind of warning. But they were very swarmy, so I changed types last year.
Anyway, after the attack I was leery of bees, not terrified, but reluctant. I knew I needed to tend to them, but I found all and any kind of excuse to put it off. However, I did consider the idea at the last that aside from that reluctance, those survivor bees did seem to be a tad screwy. And since I didn’t actually see them leave the hive in a swarm, I entertained the idea that possibly these were not my bees, but a feral bunch from somewhere else. OR “Africanized bees”?????
But none of that explained that one hive in the back that was super touchy.
I thought possibly if I requeened all the screwy hives . . . And I also thought about selling all the darned bees, because what good is it having them if you don’t maintain them? I didn’t mind having a few hives (2 or three), but six was a maintenance thing if you didn’t really love it.
Hey, here I am posting umpteen articles on how to take care of bees, and I didn’t even feel comfortable around them enough to want to keep them any more. I opologize profusely. But it is the trooooooooth. I can stand sitting in a chair in front of the hive without fear at all. But I put on that bee suit, and I know the bees will like me up until the point that I remove some frames. Then they just lose it. I keep going, but they are pissed and I do not enjoy them being pissed at me. I guess I just want my animals to like me because I take so much care taking care of them.
It’s not as if I’m terrified, or in fear of my life or anything. I know that it isn’t personal. I know the bees don’t hate me personally, or even all people personally.
I think I need a beekeeper shrink . . .
But now for my other reaction
I got up the morning after writing the above article. I was not even awake, with bleary eyes, cricked neck, and another thought coming into my not yet awake mind. Here I am spending my hard earned money on beehives, frames, beetle traps, time out of my life, etc. So I resolved to look at this in the opposite way for once.
- They cost me over $100 each. x6 = $600
- Their hives cost about $150 each. x6 = $900
- The beetle traps cost at least half that each. x6 = $300
- The extra supers cost a certain amount.
- Extra excluders cost a certain amount.
- Powdered sugar for shaking, and miscellaneous equipment probably cost at least $100
- A SMALL spinner for spinning frames of honey cost $120.
- Maintenance averages 2 weeks a year. That equals 5-6 months out of my life. Which is equal to a large vacation.
- I worry over the parasites that attack them.
- I have to go out in the cold and make sure they don’t freeze to death or starve.
- I have to go out in a hot bee suit and sweat over them while they try to kill me.
- Bee stings make me itch and dig my skin off for at least a week.
And the bad possiblities . . .
- They are in MY backyard.
- They are bought and paid for by me.
- They are taken care of with time out of my valuable life.
- I only ask for PART of their food, which is extra they won’t use.
- They live at my discretion.
- The beetles would get them if I didn’t do something about it each year.
- They could have gone to someone that bangs on their hive.
- They could have gone to someone that likes to smash bees.
- They could have gone to someone that puts poison in their hives.
- They would just act like bees and die a like a bee if I didn’t take care of them.
So, who cares if the bees actually LIKE me?
The perks used to be getting to watch bees and observe their many ups and downs. And HONEY, the main thing that is not replaceable by getting it at the grocery store in the same manner. The honey is storable for very long periods of time, tastes great, make great gifts and can be sold. You can actually stockpile it, put it in your coffee, tea, cook with it, etc.
Well, they are insects. And in their little pea brains I probably should not expect any more than that. And I’m sure I wouldn’t get a heck of a lot of money if I sold them. And that would also mean having some inspector running around my yard telling me what I already knew in the first place, which is that I have a few small hive beetles. Yeek.
So, I’m back to square one. I need to get out there today and fix those hives so they’ll survive some more and see if they have any extra honey after swarming all over the place. Anyone have one of these epiphanies?
So this crazy man decided to scientifically study what (to him) where the most painful places to be stung by a honeybee are. And yes. He went there. (Any guy reading this just crossed his legs and made a face.)
Surprisingly the most painful locations are the lip and nostril. This was OFFICIAL too – his name is Michael Smith and he studies honeybees at Cornell University. He stung himself once on the forearm, categorized that sting as a 5 on a pain scale of 0-10, and the rated the next three stings based that initial forearm pain. Then he stung himself on the forearm AGAIN to make sure he still knew what a 5 was.
As you can read in the report, fingers are in the upper half of the list. I find this really encouraging because that’s the only place I’ve…
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FACT CHECKING WEBSITE links and Information about the subject
I’d like to post a bunch of links to fact checking websites where you can compare whether or what is true or not. NOTE: There is some ongoing discussion about the net about which ones are biased, and I am not yet experienced in this, so you are in the same boat that I am as to whether they are valid or not. I quit when I got tired of looking. As always, you can contact me if you find a good link to add to this list.
https://votesmart.org/ (also a good site for checking political candidates)
ARTICLES ABOUT FACT CHECKERS (not comprehensive, just where I left off)
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Do you ever feel this way?
This was taken this winter when the pipes froze up in the house. I had to get under there and fix them, and this is how I felt. Anyone else have a day (week) like that?
Mom was always doing art and artsy stuff. When I was very young, one day she started a project that always puzzled me, because she slaved and worried over it so strenuously. And this is how it started.
She got out some wax paper, Elmers Glue, sawdust, a big bowl, some tools, and started mixing the glue with the sawdust. She drew out this chicken on the wax paper and then with the glue/sawdust mixture she proceeded to make a flat but bas relief chicken on the wax paper.
She fussed, she cussed, she just couldn’t get it right. But when it was finished and dried out, it looked like the chicken in the picture above. Well, it didn’t hold together very well. It broke in all the small places like the feathers. But I remember it so vividly because it seemed so important to her. I didn’t try to figure it out then, but now I know what it all means.
See, when my mother died I inherited all of Grandmas stuff that SHE inherited. And one of the things that I got was this cast iron chicken. I had never seen the actual thing, I just experienced my Mom trying to make a chicken. But now I know that it was her Moms chicken, and it meant a whole lot to her.
So this chicken has a place of great honor in my kitchen now. You just never know the history of things sometimes except by accident. If someone had thrown it out, I might never have known.
It was a very special light bulb moment when I “got it”
Darn it, I neglected to get to the hives early enough this spring, and had two of them swarm in the last week (which I did capture because they stopped low enough on branches I could reach) Those two safely put in boxes, I had intended on doing all the hives today. Today did not wait for me.
I have 6 stings, two on my head (the worst ones), and various other parts, and a big headache. I knew when I got up this morning that I really just needed to drink coffee and fool with the blog. Now I’m fooling with the blog after the fact. Two Benadryl tablets and Denvers Sting Stopper are helping a little. (update 1 hour later a lot)
I went out with my coffee to look at the hives, just look. Oops, another one was in the process of making a swarm tornado around their hive. This, I must note, was one of my peaceful hives of bees, very mild natured.
Onward with the story . . .
I thought, to myself, “Dangit, I can’t do anything about it now, I’ll just have to wait for them to light somewhere and then I’ll get them if they’re low enough.” I then went back into the house. I hate worrying about something that I can’t control anyway, and I wanted my coffee. I wasn’t even awake quite yet.
My hub, who is vigilant about these things kept going outside and checking. He finally came back inside and informed me that they had lit in a tree, OVER THE SHED. THE TALL SHED. THE SLIPPERY METAL ROOFED SHED. I went to look and sure enough they were on a tree branch above the roof. I estimated if I stood on the peak of the roof and reached up they would still be two feet over my hand.
NOW the theme song to JAWS starts to play in my head.
My husband, always good with ideas, starts telling me how to do it. And I’m-a-thinkin’ that I don’t want to do it. But I get ready to do it anyway. I prepare a hive bottom, with all the fixin’s but get a cardboard box to take up to the roof at his suggestion. I am not strong enough to carry a wood box up there. He holds the ladder and I go up with the box and no suit. I repeat, I did this with no suit (stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid)
I needed something to pull the branch down so I could shake the bees into the box, so he got me a hoe to do it with. Little by little, step by step I slid myself on my hip to the peak of the roof. Now the JAWS music is getting louder. It is really slippery, but I am trying to position the box and I can’t get a bead on whether it’s right under the bees.
I shakily stand up and put the hoe over the end of the branch. I look at the box. I give it a big, sharp, SHAKE!
All of a sudden the bees fell into part of the box. Only 1/16th of them fell into the box, the rest fell beside the box. Dang, the box was out of position.
And suddenly I was in a tornado of really angry bees and they were attacking all of my UN-suited body! Boom! Just like that I was trying to get off that roof, the slippery roof. I tumbled over and slid almost off the edge, grabbing the top of the ladder, which was not close to me, and tipping it out of alignment with the roof. My husband, who was at the bottom quickly grabbed the ladder and dragged both it and me back into position as I scrambled down it unceremoniously (did I spell that right?) Oh, who cares about spelling, I’m traumatized.
I almost fell down that ladder while being stung multiple times by a tornado of really pissed bees. I mean REALLY.
But I made it down the ladder. He also got stung because they followed me down that ladder and all the way to the house. My forehead, wrist, cheek, legs, ankles, I dunno where all else. The JAWS music has stopped. I done been TACKKED!
Attacked by swarming bees which most people will tell you are not stingy. On the other hand, it’s a toss up who attacked who first. I’m sure my approach was the first blow. So maybe the reality is that I attacked them and they just defended themselves.
So, after my HUB, told me that I should have done it a different way. I should have, and that’s for sure. He did try to tell me when I was climbing up the ladder another way, but I was shaky and not about to stop. The bees are back on the branch, and he is right now trying to tell me how I can do it.
Personally, I’m having second thoughts about bees, but that’s in the heat of the moment because I wrote this just 30 minutes after the incident. He’s talking about finishing the job, and I’m telling him I would rather talk about it after breakfast. He’s so positive and up about things. And very brave for staying and grabbing the ladder instead of running off to keep from being himself stung.
(He does love me . . . I THINK) Just hit me, just slap me for goodness sake. I’m way too old for this shit. My head hurts.
I will be soon having to clip the wings to prevent flying off to escape, so here are some links for you most with diagrams. I don’t think you do it on a chicken as young as the one in the picture. And you could get away without it if your pen had a top on it and they couldn’t escape. In any case, you only clip one wing . . .
If anyone has a blog with the instructions, and you let me know, or I find you, I’ll put a link to your blog on this page.
Its has been a couple weeks since I started down the egg paved road of Pysanka and I am no saner now than when I started. But that train may be on a one way track no matter how I pass my time.
I have learned a lot of fun ways to demolish something you have been working on for half a day. Learn from my mistakes so that some good comes of this OR be sentenced along with me to the scrambled egg diet, ummmm eggs!
I will share some of my most spectacular screw ups, there are more than this.
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This is a good article
The secret is out: If you raise your own backyard chickens, you don’t have to dye Easter eggs. Although factory farmed eggs are white (or brown) and all uniform in color and shape, chicken eggs actually come in all sorts of sizes and colors. (And occasionally in interesting shapes, too.) Part of the fun of having a small backyard flock is that there are breeds chickens suitable for backyard living that lay eggs in colors from pink to blue to dark chocolate. With or without speckles, too. So much more fun than the boring white eggs most people are accustomed to.
Beautifully colored eggs abound. You just need to know what breeds of chickens lay them. Here are some of the best:
Araucanas. A distinguishing factor of a true Araucana is that it doesn’t have a tail. (They’re also known as the South American Rumpless for that reason.)These birds originally…
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I recently came across another blog that has just started and has some interesting questions. I couldn’t reblog it twice, so I’m putting a link here for those that are interested in that kind of stuff. His blog seems to be about Constitutional rights, US history, freedoms and such. And he welcomes submissions of more questions and links. He seems to be on the right track, but probably needs some help with adding those. Those of you that are concerned about the state of our country might take a hop on over there to look at it.
This is a reblog of a Small Hive Beetle conversation I had on the blog IPM IN THE SOUTH. It might possibly add more solutions to beetle infestations.
In the winter issue of Southern Exposure, you’ll find a story about a relatively new pest that has been “bugging” bees in the southeast. The pest, the small hive beetle, is too small for the eye to see, but big enough to bully entire colonies into leaving their nests.
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I found out, quite by accident, and because I discovered the “Add Contact Form” option at the top of my editing page and added an actual Contact form to one of my posts, something unusual I didn’t previously know. I found that sometimes people are more willling to contact you and leave comments privately than on the standard comment form that posts their comments and username to a blog page.
SOOOO, I am adding a new contact form for those of you that wish to send me private comments or mail. The regular comment form at the bottom adds your comment to the blog comment section on my pages. But I need to actually put the new form at the VERY bottom of the page. Because I haven’t figured out yet how to do that, I’m posting news to that effect till I can figure it out. This is the private comment form. It will not post your comments publicly, and I’ve labeled it that way.
The regular form is always on the pages at the bottom of the post if public posting doesn’t bother you. I don’t care how you contact me, I’m just glad to hear from you either way. I might ask you (privately) though, if I can post your comment (minus any personally identifiable information, or location information) to my blog if it’s valuable for an article or such. But then, that’s the reason for two forms, so that you can have more than one choice. It’s a little typing, but I prefer to ask permission for things like that.
For more information on contact forms see this WordPress article:
AND . . . HERE IT IS! (The new, improved, you can talk to me privately form!) I haven’t added it to all pages yet.
OOPS! Here it is NOT. Spammers love contact forms. I do too, but I don’t have time for the extra emails that contain nothing but advertisements.
AND THE PUBLIC COMMENT FORM AT THE EXTREME BOTTOM OF THE PAGE (Until I figure out how to rearrange it)
Here’s the old one, just so ya can compare
Here’s the new Gravatar. I want to thank Andrew Zhebrakov of http://www.icojam.com for letting me use the Maneki Neko icon to use in my header. He designed the cat, and I just incorporated it into my design. He is really very good at what he does.
Let me know which one you like the best
One of my readers wrote to me asking advice (I added a few sentences later):
I just read your blog about hive beetle. We had them for the first time last summer. Noticed it when we found a huge pile of bees on the ground. Bees had been in that hive since spring. When we opened up the hive, we discovered a large amount of hive beetles. No other hive was disturbed. We have four hives. I installed another swarm a few weeks ago and they absconded. Was thinking about making the cd case trap. We cleaned out the box, burned the inside, and installed another swarm in the same box. Less than a week later, we had dead bees again all over the ground. No beetles, though. It is strange how this has happened, but will be destroying that box, but first will douse it with 50/50 bleach and water. No other signs of any disease or anything. You mentioned using roach bait, I have some of the powdered bait, would you suggest I sprinkle it on the ground near the back of the hives? Also, what kind of nematodes should I purchase? ~ Gloria
I know the feeling. You do all that work and there they are, a big mess. How are your other hives doing? Are they free of problems? In my case, after all of what I did to get rid of beetles I decided several things:
That I couldn’t tell if the nematodes did anything. And they are really expensive. So I decided not to get them a second year. Maybe the original ones are still alive in the soil and working. Who knows?
The beetle traps with poison in them didn’t catch anything at all. I don’t know why, but other people say the opposite. They catch beetles for them. I caught none.
- I think the MOST effective thing I did was to use the beetle vacuum that my husband designed for me. See my article HERE.
- I forgot to add something. POWDERED SUGAR SHAKE! You put powdered sugar in a flour sifter or something similar, and shake this all over your bees and inner parts. It riles the bees up irritatingly, they attack whatever is in there. And it makes things slippery so that mites and whatever falls into your oil trap. Do this regularly, maybe once a month during fine weather. It’s non toxic, and the bees will eat the leftovers.
- OOPS! forgot something else my husband reminded me of. We have our hive up on a deck up off the ground. And several times a year we wrap the legs in rags and soak that in used transmission fluid and kerosene half and half. It keep ants and all kinds of things from crawling up to the hives. Additionally, my deck legs are sitting on concrete blocks for leveling. I douse these with oil too.
- Additionally, and this is very important. There must be enough bees in the hive to cover all of the frames, and chase the beetles and harass them.
Bees will corner beetles and keep them in corners and make it difficult for them to breed. They even resort to using propolis to wall them in. But if there is too much space, such as adding a super prematurely, and too little bees to cover the space, the beetles will be able to evade persecution, running in all directions and hiding in the cracks. This gives them ample time to lay eggs and multiply.
I think, if your other hives were not overcome with beetles they had a big enough population to defend and corral the beetles that they did get. It’s possible that your failed hive was the opposite, and even that beetles were not the original problem, but what weakened them enough to make them overcome with the beetles. So check for any other problems.
NOTE: My hives only had a few beetles one summer. I left for a week long vacation, after putting extra supers on all the hives hoping to prevent a swarming. When I came home the beetles had taken over all the hives. CAUSE: I gave them room to escape by putting the supers on too soon.
I also think that the powdered sugar shake, combined with the Freeman Beetle trap, and sucking the beetles up regularly with a low powered vacuum can keep the population down to manageable levels.
The Freeman oil Beetle Trap is different from other oil traps, in that it doesn’t have ledges at the bottom for varmints to hide and lay eggs in. Which leads me to my other article about sealing cracks in the hive. See my article on how I sealed the cracks permanently HERE
Probably using a combination of controls is what helped my beetle thing. But I think the sweeper was best. I never completely got rid of every single beetle, as they came back the next spring. (They overwinter in the hive, and hatch normally in the dirt outside the hive if not actively reproducing inside the hive) So the bees keep them warm for the winter. How convenient. What I did was to cut the population down to less destructive levels.
The way I used the sweeper was that whenever I opened the top lid of the hive to check or mess with the bees, I flipped it over quickly and vacuumed any beetles running around as quick as I could, dodging bees all the while (it WILL suck up bees too). Then I switched to the inside top of the hive and chased any beetles I saw running on the top board and/or up over the sides of the outside of the hive.
I made this a regular thing every two days while the beetles were thick, and then every week, and then every two weeks. Until I only saw a few. It really cut down the beetles, all of which are breeders that you want to kill. Now I only regularly see 4 to 5 beetles when I open the top cover.
Make no mistake, these four could become many upon many if left unchecked by controls.
I’m working on some kind of front of the hive entrance trap, because when beetles come back, they just fly to the front entrance of the hive and crawl right in! I’ve actually watched them DO this, and once inside they make a mess. And that mess is what makes your bees leave. They just give up in disgust because their honey is rotten, their babies are eaten, the maggots are everywhere, and stinky slime is all over the place. It’s a science fiction, but NOT fiction horror movie made for bees.
Also, although I’m no expert, from reading what you said, I wouldn’t sprinkle the roach bait on the ground, because bees can be scavengers in the spring, and they might pick it up and bring it back to the hive. I didn’t use powdered roach bait. They (other people) recommend the roach bait that comes in a syringe in a past form, and you put it in a CD case when you use it. Like I said, it didn’t work or catch anything where I was at. The CD case makes sure the bees can’t get it on their feetsies. Also, with the CD case, you can see if any beetles end up in the CD case. In mine nothing was caught.
We used a big RubberMaid tub to soak the nasty parts in overnite, and then used a power washer to heavily spray the bleach solution completely off all hive parts. Bees are sensitive to smells. And then air dried in the sun for a week before storing the parts for winter. Then the next year I got new bees. So my parts had time to air out and get rid of any bleach or smell.
LAST NOTES JUST IN CASE:
I would make sure you have oil traps on the bottom (I recommend the Freeman Beetle Trap) they catch LOTS of beetles and mites.
I would make sure you don’t have some additional problem like mites, or disease on top of having beetles. It’s possible to have multiple problems at the same time.
And bees can go out and get poisoned, come back to the hive and die from it. We can’t do much about that.
- Sometimes, when a hive is weak, the other hives will rob it out. But not likely if the honey is crapped out and nasty.
You can get an idea of mite populations if you take a piece of sticky shelf paper and put it sticky side up under your ventilated screened hive bottom (you got one?) to catch dead mites. Then you count the mites that stick to it. Don’t put it where the bees can get to it, or they’ll stick to it too (grin) OR you could just reley on your oil trap to catch the dropped mites.
I ordered my nematodes from here:
Note: They are tiny in a zip lock and a wet gel to keep them alive and a cold pack. And they are sensitive to overheating, drying, AND poison. (Another reason not to sprinkle poison around the hives) You have to keep the ground moist or they will dry out and die. We put ours in non-chlorinated water (chlorine is bad for them), and sprayed them on the ground under and around the hive.
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I was mistaken when I thought to save money on shavings by using newspaper for baby chick bedding. And I promise it wasn’t a problem when I only had to change papers once a day. But as baby chicks grow, so do the poopy spots, so I changed to pine shavings. But not before I had to remove the cemented on poop galoshes that walking in poop created on the bottoms of the baby chicks feet!
I should have taken a picture of what it looked like (poop snow-shoes, galoshes, chicks-turned-ducks with poop webs). It had dried rock hard under that heat lamp and you couldn’t have gotten it off without taking skin along with it. So I put them, all six, in a cardboard box to the downstairs bathroom and proceeded to soak it loose.
I first thought to soak it off with soapy water, but that didn’t go too good. It was too dried, thick, and hard, so I ran enough really warm water in the bottom of the bathtub and let them walk around in it for 15 minutes or so. I’d check each chick and pull off whatever came off easily and put them back to stand in the water for another few minutes.
I had to do all of this on my knees, and they were sore by the time I got finished with all of it. But when I was finished I had baby chicks with clean feet and wet belly feathers. I put wads of toilet paper into the bottom of the box, layered that with wet chicks, and topped it off with more wads of toilet paper and closed the box. They were grateful as heck too.
I took them back upstairs to dry under their very own heat lamp and 15 minutes later they were good as new. Just thought someone might be interested in what it takes to do it.
Eggs, eggs, eggs, on my mind . . . (I must have eggs on my mind)
I had chickens, ducks, geese, guinea fowl many years ago. I went through the whole learning process with fowl homesteading. I lost a few, got too many, learned how to fix them when sick. I learned what to do with predators, owls, rats, stray (and not so stray) dogs, possums, etc. I learned the hazards of buying them at swap meets and how to treat the leg mite you get that way. How to treat chicken colds. And how to mercifully put them to rest when they needed to be. I knew what breeds I liked, and which might be problematic. (no nervous Polish chickens or Leghorns for me)
After years of doing many other things I kept looking at chicks in the feed store. They had a chick corral with 5-6 stock tubs full of all kinds, even Banty chicks. Three years passed, each year I looked at chicks.
Although I knew my husband did not relish cleaning a chicken house, I kept asking if it was okay if I made sure I did all the chicken chores. No chicken was going to come between me and my husband. But this year, with grocery costs, and the fact that I knew chickens would eat all the leftovers that the dog wouldn’t eat, like salad trimmings and make eggs out of them, I asked again (while at the feed store).
He said yes this year, and I bought six pullet chicks (female chicks). They happened to be a breed that is easily sexed at birth by color, the Red Comet. When grown they look kind of like a Rhode Island Red chicken, but instead are red or gold and white feathered. The breed I really like are a dual purpose breed called Buff Orpingtons, but they weren’t available at the feed store.
He helped me find a container to keep them in, a Rubbermaid tub. I put it in a room with a closed door to keep the cats out.
I clamped the red heat lamp to it, installed a thermometer close to where it was hottest, put newspapers in the bottom,
filled the feeder, and the waterer, and put the Chicklets in it.
Here they are snuggling in my coat . . .
It’s been a week, and they are so far doing fine. However I did find that half of them were much younger. You can see by how long the wing feather are on the younger half. Here are pictures of the difference.
The difference in the way they act is that the younger ones sleep more, and want to snuggle more under your hand. The younger ones are also not as strong.
It’s going to be several months before I have eggs. They do have to grow up and be old enough to lay them, which gives us time to make the chicken house and pen. While looking online for more chicken information, I happened upon my old chick supplier Murray MacMurray Hatchery, (or McMurray) and found out they have a new thing. They now sell older birds, and you can buy almost laying age pullets singly for WOW, $17.95 or so. They are expensive, but you don’t have to wait months for eggs. I may get some few more chickens from them that way.
You can also get fertilized eggs from them, and put them in your own incubator. But I didn’t live in an area that I could have a rooster, and didn’t have an incubator.
Three summers ago we decided that we were tired of having walnuts fall on our heads, the dogs head, the pool. We were tired of stepping on them, our feet rolling out from under us, raking, slipping, and hauling them to the trash in heaps. This went on for many years. I walked out to look at the dog, and he appeared to have a headache. And he wouldn’t come out of his dog house. I don’t blame him at all. Poor pup, dodging walnuts all day long . . .
Understand, we loved this tree (aside from the hazards of falling nuts) It was a supreme shade tree, and woodpeckers, and all kinds of wildlife would nest in it. It was there when we moved in, and was a regular fixture. At the time of it’s cutting, it was a full eighty (80) feet tall, and at least 100 years old. Yes, an actual living antique. (hence it’s presence here on the website)
But the nuts . . . All those nuts . . .
I remembered my childhood days of gathering walnuts in bushel baskets and cracking them with a hammer (my Mom occupied my mind, but made me cookies out of them) We tried it again as older people. We put them in a small cement mixer with rocks to dehull them, but it was still a mess. And the slurry absolutely would poison everything that lived in the yard. Cracking them was . . . well, not as fun as I remembered as a child.
We decided to cut it down. After about two weeks, we had all the limbs cut off, cut them into lengths of 24 inches and stacked all but the biggest in our side yard.
The 26 foot tall stump was left with its roots in the ground still standing. We felt like tree killers, which we surely were. But it was preferable to getting killed ourselves one day by nuts falling from 80 foot in the air.
Talk about acceleration. POW that would hurt bad. And I have more than once stepped on one and roller skated on one leg for several feet.
THE LIMBS AND EXTRA WOOD
The limbs were removed from the walnut tree and cut into 24 inch lengths. I thought it a travesty to use them for firewood, but I have been told that it is one of the longest burning woods there is due to the oil content of the wood.
This Woodpile of pure American Walnut measures 32 feet long by 5 foot 4 inches tall, and it contains a mix of large and small lengths off wood from the branches of our American Walnut tree that was cut in 2009. So it has been seasoning in its pile since that time.
There are also several very large branch bases many inches in diameter. Beautiful wood. I know walnut because my father was a woodworker, and he made some gorgeous lamps, bowls, salt shakers, and furniture from it. I used to watch him work with the wood on his lathe and tell me about each of the woods he worked with. He talked about wood as if it were something he liked to eat. He also bought a walnut stump one year, had it kiln dried, and cut into planks to use in his woodworking.
The main trunk, which is still in the ground along with the roots. It measures 9’6″ foot in circumference, and is 26 foot tall. Each year it grows small branches off the top, so it must still be minimally alive.
Two other trees that have not yet been cut down are both very large and straight. A Pecan tree, and a Tulip Poplar. Any of the three trees would make some great furniture, gun stocks, or carving wood.
It is all for sale, but we do not have equipment to move it or ship it. If you have any questions, feel free to contact me through the comment section of this blog and I’ll get back to you A.S.A.P.
Although I live in one of the not so arctic areas of the US, but THIS winter had a few extreme cold snaps, and I improvised a wind break for the beehives. I was mostly worried about the wind, as these are first year hives.
The winds were deeply chilling, and I got out my old sheets, couch covers, and bundled up to go and cover them before night came. It was vurrrry windy (30 MPH), and I took sheets of solid foam insulation to cover the sides on the bottoms because I have ventilated bottom boards.
Then I covered the entire hive, including the front entrance clear to the ground floor with couch covers and sheets. My aim was not to completely seal the hive, but to break the wind.
When days come that it isn’t really badly cold, I just lift the front to expose the entrance so the bees can get out and do their “business”, whatever that might be.
NOTE: the things on the top of the hives are scavenged from an old hot tub cover, and are foam covered with Naugahide upolstery material. They are waterproof, and can be used for shade if needed, or rain and snow. I’ve had them for several years and they also come in handy to set things on top of when I’m tending hives any time of the year. You just don’t put your smoker up there.
I first want to thank Andrew Zhebrakov of http://www.icojam.com for letting me use the Maneki Neko iconset to use in my designs. He designed the cat, and I just incorporated it into my design. He is really very good at what he does. And I really like Maneki Neko cats. I will do an article on their history later.
NOTE: Recently I had to take the site down for security reasons. Lots of spammers and such. But I’m working on getting it back up soon. I’ll post here when it’s ready. I had to really figure that one out, not being a professional person (grin)
Last year when we had our huge beetle infestation my husband, overwhelmed at the mess, said he was “tired of squishing beetles” and invented me a BEETLE SWEEPER! This year with my new bees, I have been using it every few weeks in my beehives, clear up to when the bees are left alone in the fall for the winter. It works really good.
He took a small, low powered sweeper, and cut the end off of a transmission fluid funnel like this one:
He then inserted it into the tip of the hose and secured it with electrical tape wound really tightly.
And this is the result:
I just lift the top lid of the bee hive and lay it down quickly so that the beetles that might be in the lid do not scatter or fly off. And you have to be VERY careful to avoid the bees because it will suck them up too. And you can’t release the bees without releasing the beetles, so they are gone. But you’ll get the hang of it after sucking up a few bees. You will learn to gauge just how close you can come without commiting a bad thing.
I have found that if I do this on a regular basis, after a while lifting the lid and examining shows only a few beetles. I think it’s having a good effect on the population. Keep in mind, I also have bottom oil traps too.