• Animals,  Gardening adventures

    Unsticking the Snake

    A Stuck Snake

    This morning as I was wandering through my vegetable garden, I saw the middle part of a snake with his tail and head covered.  This was late morning, and he wasn’t moving so I thought him dead.  Fortunately he wasn’t.  At first I thought he was a rattlesnake by the way his scales were rougher and the sound of a faint rattle when I moved the bamboo that lay under him.

    All I could see of his body

    He wasn’t; he was a  three and a half foot gopher snake, the same one I’d seen about a month ago for the first time in my yard.  Just about all snakes shake their tails when giving a warning, but rattlesnakes have stacked hollow sections of keratin… the same material that is in your fingernails and hair… that bump together when shaken to create that rattle sound.  No, there aren’t any balls inside.  Rattles appear with age but can come off, so a very young rattler with only one button or a snake that has his broken off won’t make a rattle but will still shake his (or her) tail.  But I digress.

    This gopher snake was in distress because it had crawled through plastic netting that I had carelessly left on the ground.  Once about 25 years ago I had a similar situation when I lived in Vista, when a gopher snake became emmeshed in the holes of a plastic garden netting I’d set up.  It took me a while to free it, and it wasn’t nearly as badly stuck as this poor guy.

    This netting was the type used to cover fruit trees to protect them from bird predation, and I had some that I’d used briefly over my pea shoots when the crows were eating them.  I’d left the netting in a nursery can but over the months it ended up on the ground with a snake stuck in it.  I had to carefully cut the poor thing out.

    His head poking through

    About two inches of his head was showing once I pulled the netting back; not enough to swing around and bite me.  He was stuck multiple times with the netting cutting into his skin in several places.  I brought back a kitchen knife with a flat top and a sharp edge to it, so that I wouldn’t hurt him when I pressed down to slide the edge under the netting, but the tip of the knife wasn’t sharp enough.  I ended up with some very sharp sewing scissors… the miniature kind shaped like a swan.  And, of course, my camera.

    The dilemma was that if I freed up enough of it’s middle it would try to push forward and become even more tightly stuck in the netting higher up.  If I freed more of its top part first then it would have the leverage to turn and bite me.

    When dealing with frightened animals (and people) you have to find the quiet part of yourself and work from there, without distraction and using a calm voice.  Not only are your actions imperfect when you are tense or scared or angry, but that feeling emanates out from you and whatever you are working on will react to it.  In other words, sensing your fear is a very real thing.  I was very glad that this wasn’t a rattlesnake.  The snake shook it’s tail at me several times and kept flicking it’s tongue out to smell me, but even though he wasn’t badly hurt or sick yet he was a very nice snake.  I pulled the netting away from his head so that his trajectory when freed wouldn’t send him into more of the plastic loops.

    "Help me!"

    Then I started sliding the scissors as gently as I could under the plastic netting that was pressed into his soft skin and cutting him free.  He was badly stuck so it took some time.

    Plastic pressed into his delicate skin

    All the while I spoke calmly to him, and knew that he would only feel relief after each of my actions so he’d know I wasn’t doing him harm.  Finally I got to the netting around his… um… neck?  He turned his little head but wasn’t rattling or coiling in preparation to move suddenly.

    The last bit of netting

    With the last snip he raced away several feet to the shade under a nearby lime tree.

    "Thank-you, Diane!"

    There he sat looking back at me.  I waved and told him he was welcome to all the gophers he could eat, and threw away the netting.

    The lesson here, of course, is to be careful with the debris you leave around your yard.  Could it be an animal trap?  Think beyond it to the animals at the dump where your trash ends up.  Snipping your 6-pack plastic rings might save the lives of seagulls, water creatures (if it ends up somehow in the water), or rodents.  Of course, going plastic-less would be the ideal but still wouldn’t eliminate injury to animals.  Tin cans are stuck on animals’ heads all the time.  Just be aware of what you have lying around and consider if it could be a hazard or not.  That way it might save you from snipping plastic rings off a snake someday.

  • Animals,  Humor

    Skunk in a Can

    I worked for San Diego County Parks and Recreation for ten years as a Senior Park Ranger.  My first assignment was at Flinn Springs County Park, near Lakeside in East County.  Flinn Springs is a small oak-filled park with a stream running it’s length.  My year there was interesting and quite a learning curve.  I was lucky enough to meet some very wonderful people.  One  such person was Mel.  Mel and his wife, both in their early 80’s, were seasonal volunteers at the park.  The volunteer program with the County is a good one for the right people.  In exchange for free utilities and a place to park a motorhome or trailer, the volunteer must perform twenty hours a week of service to the park.  Some volunteers stay at a park for years.  Others, like Mel and his wife, spend six months in our mild winter climate, then head to colder states where their home or family is for the summer and Fall.

    Mel was tall and thin in his khaki volunteer uniform.  His job was to clean the restrooms in the park every day.  That entailed removing all the toilet paper, hosing down the inside (called ‘field day’), scrubbing toilets, and emptying the large aluminum trash cans that stood outside the doors.

    Mel and I were talking once, not long before he and his wife would be driving North.  He was telling me that at the first restroom that morning, which stood just above the streambed and foot bridge, there had been a young skunk in the trash can.  Mel said that he’d looked down into the trash can to see if it needed emptying, and there was this young skunk looking up at him.  It gave him a start, but he figured that he’d given the skunk a start, too.  He thought that the skunk had been searching for food and had become stuck in the can.  Mel addressed him kindly, then very gently tipped over the trash can.  The skunk waddled out obligingly and without a backward look or spray, disappered under the footbridge where Mel thought might be the den.

    Mel came up to me about a week later and, shaking his head, said that I wouldn’t believe it but every morning he’d look in that same trashcan and the skunk would look up at him.  He’d say a few words of greeting to the little fellow then gently tip the can over and the skunk would waddle off.  Mel said that he’d enjoyed his morning ritual with the skunk, but since during the week in the off-season there wasn’t anything in the trash can, he wondered why the skunk would get himself trapped into the can like that, morning after morning.

    That weekend was the last for Mel and his wife, who were driving up to Minnisota for six months to be with their children.  In fact, Mel didn’t even own a house anymore, but the two of them lived in the mobile home and had their furniture in storage.  Up in Minnisota they volunteered at another park for the other six months, and this life suited them both just fine.  I really liked the pair, who were very lively for octigenarians.

    With no volunteers in their space, and being the newest Ranger at the park, I took over Mel’s routine.  The morning after they’d left I headed down the hill to the restroom.  Not thinking about much, I glanced into the trash can to see if it needed emtying and, lo-and-behold, there was a half-grown skunk at the bottom, pointy nose raised and beady eyes looking at me.  I froze and looked at him, and he froze and looked at me.  Then I remembered what Mel had told me and I greeted the little fellow.  Examining me with his beady black eyes, he appeared to become agitated.  Gently I tipped over the trash can and the skunk waddled out and down the embankment to under the footbridge and at a quick rate.

    The next morning I smiled to myself as I went down to the restroom to clean, thinking about seeing the skunk again.  I looked into the trashcan and… no skunk.  I never saw that skunk again.

    I guess the game wasn’t any fun without Mel.

  • Animals,  Bees,  Gardening adventures,  Permaculture and Edible Forest Gardening Adventures,  Photos,  Vegetarian

    Moving Bees

    Honeycomb with Capped Cells

    Backyard beekeeping is catching on in the United States, and there is more pressure on local governments to relax laws that prevent people from doing so.  There are many misconceptions about beekeeping, and many keepers treat the bees cruelly in their pursuit of bee products.  Bees are honey hoarders, so taking some honey from a hive isn’t going to do them harm.  Taking too much starves the hive during non-pollen times and is cruel.  Bees are complex, fascinating, and are disappearing for unknown reasons.  The most evidence to explain Colony Collapse Disorder links it to a combination of Genetically Modified crops, pesticides and herbicides, and the waves from cell phone and power towers.  In other words, we are screwing them up, and we will suffer for it.

    About six years ago, a bee swarm set up house in an old couch I had outdoors for my dogs to lay on.  They stopped laying on it.  I left the hive until I had to get rid of the couch.  I was writing for the magazine Edible San Diego and interviewed a couple who were beekeepers (http://www.ediblecommunities.com/sandiego/pages/articles/summer08/secretDances.pdf ).  They came over and helped me move the hive.  Actually, I took photos and watched as they worked as a team.  When they turned the couch over, the honeycomb hanging in contoured patterns from the springs was incredibly beautiful.  I thought at the time that I understood organic beekeeping, but I doubted many of the things that I was hearing.  Since then, I’ve learned a lot more about working with bees without doing harm.  I glean a lot of information from Organicbeekeepers@yahoogroups.com , which is a listserve that fields questions about natural beekeeping.

    What Was Under the Couch
    Comb and Bees around Couch Springs
    That hive was put in Langstroth boxes and  my daughter and I kept  them for several years.  This last December during the same week, this hive and a swarm that had settled in my shed wall both disappeared.  Bees don’t die in their hives if they can help it, and for both hives to abscond was strange, so it sounds like Colony Collapse.   Since then I’ve planted a Bee Garden in the lower half of my property, flush with flowering plants, particularly in the color blue, that bees love and that flower at differnent times of the year.  I also had a couple of Top Bar Hives built to accompany the Langstroth hive which is the American standard hive you see everywhere.  I’ll talk about TBHs in another post.  A friend had a swarm in a stack of enormous tree-sized black plastic nursery containers, and I took the opportunity to move them to my new bee garden.
    The best time to move a hive of bees is after dark.  Bees are all home at that time, and they don’t fly.  They will crawl, however, so you have to watch your pant legs.  The stack of containers was far heavier than I had anticipated, and getting them onto the back of my truck without jolting the hive too badly (don’t want to kill the queen) was more than what we had bargained for.  However it was done, roped on, and I made my unusual journey back to my house… not that far away, thank goodness!
    Bees at Night are a Delight

    My son and I off loaded the heavy thing and left it in front of the Langstroth hive where the colony would be moved to.  That way the bees could familiarize themselves with their surroundings and mark pollen-gathering sites while still in their comb.  The other day I took apart the containers and moved the colony into the hive.  It was a good thing that I did because the comb was so convoluted that the swarm would probably have suffered soon.  Bees build comb hanging down from a surface, securing it to sides if it is available.  They do this by festooning, which is where they hold on to each other’s legs across and down, and make wax from bodily secretions into linked chambers in perfect distances apart.  The containers had been tipped over, stood up and moved over the roughly year and a half that the swarm inhabited them, and the comb was proof of it.  The following image is of the container on its side.

    Inside the Container

     

    Bees on Underside of Second Container

    It wasn’t a large hive, only about 15,000 bees.  A large colony like what was in my couch could contain 30,000 to 60,000 bees during peak pollen season.

    Feeling awful about having to disrupt the bees, but knowing that I was actually helping them (ants were also getting into their hive), I began to cut out the comb, looking for larvae, and attaching it to frames that would fit into the Langs.  To do this you need a knife, empty frames and pieces of pre-cut wire, rubber bands, or I’ve heard, those jaw-like hair clips.  All your equipment should be ready to go because it is very, very hot in the bee suit, the bees are angry with you and the more time you spend the more harmful for them, and your gloves are covered in honey and you stick to everything that you touch.  When bees are under attack they send out a pheramone (which smells a little like banana) telling the returning workers that there is trouble.  When they sting, they also release a smell that tells other bees that there is an intruder.  However, it also alerts bees from other hives that there is a ruckus, and they are attracted so they can try to rob the hive of honey.  Very much like looters taking advantage of an emergency.

    Being Gentle
    Carefully cutting out comb
    My son was nice enough to take these photos, up until the bees took exception to paparazzi and stung him on the end of his nose.  Fortunately he doesn’t swell up.
    Honey Dripping from Comb

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    I do use a smoker.  Smoke doesn’t calm the bees, it just makes them order their priorities away from attacking you.  They think that fire is imminent, so they begin gorging themselves with honey in an attempt to save as much food as possible in the event of hive destruction.  I use only a little smoke because too much hurts the bees and doesn’t make them eat any faster.  Mostly the smoke ends up blowing in my face the whole time.   I used to not have any reaction to bee stings, but in the last couple of years I develop a large swelling with blisters, so I wear the full bee suit with thick clothes underneath despite the heat, rubber bands around the pant legs or boots, I use smoke and take allergy medication before I begin (I’m usually sneezing from hayfever anyway so it helps keep my nose from running while I’m suited up.)

    Placing Cut Comb onto Frames

    The comb must be cut to fit, hanging the same way it did originally, and must be attached so that it hangs evenly.  Otherwise the bees will attach it to the next frame with burr comb (comb that is used to attach honeycomb to support surfaces) and it will be hard to later remove the frames for examination without harming the bees and brood.

    Placing Comb Into Hive

    Comb with brood goes into the middle of the bottom box, which is larger and called a brood box.  A couple of frames with honeycomb go on either side of the brood for insulation and food.  The frames are spaced evenly… bees like a particular width between combs.  In the second box which is shallower, called a super, more honeycomb goes in along with enough frames to fill the box.  Frames are traditionally fitted with pre-made wax comb on which the bees build more comb, ensuring that the comb is straight and giving them more time into honey production rather than comb production.

    Pre-formed wax foundation in a frame

    Some use a plastic comb.  Also, if you are extracting honey with a centrafugal extractor, the pre-made comb doesn’t break off as easily as regular comb, and it can be re-used.  I’ve always wondered about this, since I’m not a large-scale honey producer and am mostly interested in giving the bees safe harbor, although I do like honey and pollination.  I’ve recently learned from a seminar from the Backwards Beekeepers (http://beehuman.blogspot.com/) in Los Angeles that using empty frames is just fine.  Giving the bees a place to start, like a thin line of beeswax or a popsicle stick helps.  For these first two boxes I put in pre-formed wax frames… just a couple… between the moved honeycomb.  In the other boxes that I’ll gradually stack on top as the hives grows, however, I’m going with empty frames.  Let the bees do what they want.  Also it has been shown that bees naturally make slightly smaller rounds in their comb than the ones of the pre-pressed wax foundation, and may be less suseptible to the mites that are a deadly scourge of honeybees.What comb I couldn’t fit into frames I swept clean of bees as well as I could and dropped into a covered pail for later crushing and honey extraction.

    With most of the comb gone, there were still several thousand bees in the container that needed to be moved.  I hadn’t seen the queen, and she may well have been in that last batch.  I had to lift the container (which was big, round and heavy) and gently tap the bees into the open box.

    Tapping Them Out Into Hive

    The ones that didn’t tap out I gently brushed with a bee brush.

    Brushing Bees into Hive

    Still more bees were on the bottom of the other container.  I placed the hive lid on the ground in front of the opening to the hive like a ramp and tapped and brushed those bees onto it.  Bees like to climb, so up they went into the box!  There was a lot of debris in the containers such as dirt and leaves, so I had to be careful not to get too much of it into the hive with the honeycomb.

    After I moved all the bees I could into the hive, I moved my equipment away and left pieces of honeycomb on the piece of plywood next to the hive.  The hive stand rests on long screws, which are placed in cans of oil to prevent ants from invading the hive, so I didn’t worry about all the drips of honey being invaded.  Many bees sat on the outside of the hive and waggled their bottoms in the air producing pheramone messages.  One of the messages was to inform returning gatherers how to get into the new hive, another would be the state of emergency and who to look out for.  I’d hate to know what they were waggling about me!

    Spreading Pheramone

    I covered the hive with a California off-set cover, which allows ventilation in our hot climate and another place for entry.  The bees settled in and by this morning they were gathering pollen, cleaning up the honey and going about their business.

    There is so much to say about bees, and there is so much we don’t know about them yet.  Some interesting facts are that honeybees are not native to the US, and of the 3,000 types of bees they are the only ones that make honey.  Almost all bees are female except a handful of drones who have the purpose in life of hopefully mating with a new queen.  Worker bees start out tending their queen, where they acquire her particular pheramone, then they move up to housekeeping and then feeding larvae.  When they get to middle age, they go out for their first flights and spend the rest of their lives as gatherers.  That yellow blotch on your windshield is first-flight bee poo.  Worker bees make the larvae develop into drones, queens or workers by feeding them different foods such as bee bread, honey and royal jelly.

    If you are interested in backyard beekeeping, attend a meeting of the San Diego Beekeeping Society (http://www.meetup.com/The-San-Diego-Beekeeping-Meetup-Group/ ), which meets the third Monday of each month at 6 pm at Casa del Prado, Balboa Park, room 104.  Read books such as the Barefoot Beekeeper by P. J. Chandler or Natural Beekeeping by Ross Conrad, or read this wonderful blog http://beekeeperlinda.blogspot.com/2007/06/honey-harvest-crush-and-strain.html.  I live in San Diego County, and I have a permit for beekeeping.

    Honeybees sting in defense of their colony, and with the sting comes part of their abdomen and they die.  Here is a photo of the stinger that was left on the tip of my son’s nose while he was photographing me.  Although stung through the suit many times (with the regretful loss of bee life that entailed) no sting reached me during this process.

    Stinger
  • Animals,  Birding

    Birds

    Nesting season has begun.  The raptors have been screaming and chasing each other for a couple of months now, making all the little birds uneasy.  I’m not overly fond of crows (they are vicious to other animals for fun), but I respect them.  These two have routinely preened each other on the telephone wire over my front yard for a couple of years.  Now they are making a nest in the pine tree in my driveway.  The weeds that I have pulled and tossed back onto the ground to decompose and return all that nutrition back into the soil, have become prime nesting material for Mr. and Mrs. Crow.

    My front yard is a National Wildlife Habitat, with a plaque and all.  Actually, you meet the qualifications of providing shelter, food, water and nesting areas, make a donation, and the National Wildlife Foundation sends you a plaque.  Feels righteous anyway.  In this yard we have a small pond, a multitude of bird feeders, and lots of bird and butterfly friendly plants. 

    This yard is forever changing because I futz with it.  My daughter and I dug and laid the pond (the flagstone and pond liner were free!), and I plant things, challenge them with neglect, and see what happens.  We have so many feeders because from our dining room window we watch the birds.  It is incredibly time consuming.  You sit for a minute to watch some white crowned sparrows, and suddenly its two hours later.  My daughter, who is studying Wildlife Conservation focusing on wild birds at Oregon State, is a far more intense birder than I am.  She also participates in the Cornell University Project Feederwatch, and in her absence I do the counting on the weekends.  http://www.birds.cornell.edu/pfw/ .  She’s logged over 65 species of birds in our little front yard alone. 

    Migratory season has begun, and you should be seeing and hearing a lot more hummingbird activity.  We have a couple of hummers who are year-round residents here in San Diego, most notably the Anna’s Hummingbird.  If you see a hummingbird fly up incredibly high in the air then divebomb, and hear a small whistle followed by a chittering call, that’s our Annas. 

    They divebomb to protect territory and to impress the opposite sex.  The whistle is made by the wind whistling through their tail feathers as they pull out of their dive; in fact, the height of their dive is probably to make a really impressive and fearsome whistle.  Then they do their warbling chitter right after.  Have to boast, after all.  Here in North County you’ll see (and hear… he buzzes when he flies) the Rufous Hummingbird, Costa’s, and Black-Chinned.  There are other varieties in other areas of San Diego as well, but these are the competitors around our house.  And boy do they fight.  Hummingbirds are so incredibly territorial that they will try to kill each other, then must fill up with nectar to feed that incredibly fast metabolism.  During mating season they pretty much eat to fight.  Its funny to see them call a temporary truce at the feeders so they can all drink, then go off and chase each other again.  Hummers eat bugs, too.  If you see one doing some weird flying in a place where there doesn’t seem to be any food, then they are probably gathering cobwebs which they use to line the insides of their nests, along with other things.

      If you put up a feeder, you may want to consider a couple of things.  One would be buying a feeder with bee guards, as in the above photo.  Bees need food and water, too, and they love hummingbird feeders.  However, sugar water is not good for bees or for their honey, and certainly not good for the hummingbirds.  (I’ll talk about bees another time; I keep bees, too.  I know, I know.)  The above design hasn’t impressed me because the bottom tends to fall off, but there are better designs.  You don’t have to buy nectar.  Boil four parts water and add one part white sugar (not honey or brown sugar), then stir to dissolve and allow to cool to room temperature. You do not need to color the nectar red!  Supplement the feeders with plants that hummers love such as fuchsias and hummingbird bush, so that they can feed on real nectar that has all the vitamins and minerals that they need.  Always provide water, too, such as in a bird bath or a mister that they’ll love to fly through.   If you do have a feeder, you must take care of it weekly in the wintertime, and every few days in the summer.  Why?  Because a black mold grows on the sugar water, especially where the hummingbird puts its beak to drink.  That mold will cause a beak fungus that can be deadly to the bird.  Instead of helping and enjoying the birds, you will be killing them.  Mold is easily found floating in the water, clinging to the sides of the feeder jar, and blackening the feeding holes.  To clean your feeders you should bleach them.

    I fill half of my kitchen sink with hot water, dump in about 1/4 cup of bleach (I don’t measure), and then carefully without splashing on yet another shirt like my favorite purple tank top that now has a white spot on it, with rubber gloves on, I submerge the feeders and let them soak for about 15 minutes while I go off and forget they are there until I smell the bleach and remember.  I use a long narrow bottle brush to clean the insides, and make certain that the feeding areas where their beaks will go in are scrubbed.  Then I rinse everything in cold water and fill with the cooled sugar water and hang.  If I’m coordinated enough I’ll line up other things that need bleaching so I don’t waste the water, such as something not-quite-white anymore, the cat food bowls and the compost bucket.  Since my house is on septic I try to remember to put some of that black bacteria stuff down the drain afterwards.

    Ants are a real problem with feeders, and the only organic thing I’ve found that really works is to coat the top of the feeder and the hook from which it hangs with Vasaline.  During the really hot summers it does melt, so I have to reapply a couple of times, and make sure that nothing touches the feeders to give the little devils a bridge.  But, it works!  And without spraying poison.

    Just to leave you with a happy image, here is a perennial bird favorite.  The House Finches are all over Fallbrook; the males all colored up red in the front and the women daintily brown striped and everyone looking their most attractive as they choose their mates.  Almost every year, however, some female will have an unfortunate molt.  A bad feather day.  Evidence of the cruelty of life without mirrors.  We call the unfortunate one:  Devil Finch.