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Wednesday, November 22nd

Remembering those who came before us



While plowing in the north yard last June, Nate turned up some curious stones, one of which is pictured below.
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The stone is obsidian, and most likely was a Native American tool. Since obsidian is usually found in central Oregon, not on the valley floor, it probably was traded from a tribe living in the vicinity of modern-day Bend, Oregon. What we call Living Green Farm is less than a mile from Calapooia River, a tributary of the Willamette; the river is named after the Kalapuya tribe, which was the dominant tribe of the Willamette Valley at the time of first contact with white settlers. The close proximity of both the Willamette and Calapooia rivers, the evidence of both grasslands and forest patches, and the teeming wildlife evident even today all indicate that this local area was probably prime real estate for the Kalapuyans. Who were these people, and what became of them?
Kurt on 11.22.06 @ 03:22 PM PST [more...]

Tuesday, November 21st

Signs of Winter



I wanted to share some of my favorite photos from the last week. The big storms over the last few weeks has stripped all of the trees of their leaves. The seasonal creek was suddenly full of water! We could watch the fog rising in the evening.
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Channa on 11.21.06 @ 09:24 PM PST [more...]

Monday, November 20th

Who We Are Part 2



I’m going to chat a bit about Nate, Rebecca and I!
Channa on 11.20.06 @ 06:35 PM PST [more...]

Tuesday, November 14th

Who are we, anyway?



If you've stumbled onto this blog, and you're not related to us, you're probably wondering who we are and what the heck is going on. In this posting I will talk about who I am, and how I came to be hooked up with Nate and Channa and Rebecca.
Kurt on 11.14.06 @ 09:16 AM PST [more...]

Sunday, November 12th

Sharpie Comes to Lunch


Yesterday, a Sharp Shinned Hawk, Accipiter striatus, came screaming down into the yard. He was after a small Oregon Junco that was feeding under the bush in the picture. Nate gave a yelp, and I grabbed my camera. The Sharpie paid no attention to us as he chased after the little junco, which managed to hide itself in the bush quite effectively. After a few minutes of hopping around on the ground, trying to get up into the shrub to get the junco, the Sharpie flapped up to the picket fence and sunned himself in a moment of warmth before flying off. The unique structure of this farm, such as open meadows bordered by forest and our proximity to the river, along with the abundance of prey species that subsist on the products of the farm, provides some habitat for a great deal of raptors, including Great Horned Owl, Red Tailed Hawks, Marsh Hawks, Kestrels, Bald Eagles, and Ospreys.
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Channa on 11.12.06 @ 11:44 AM PST [more...]

Friday, November 10th

The Quest for the Woodstove: Part Three



The whole woodstove project reminds me of a comedic song my friend Jon uncovered, called "Right Said Fred." In the song, two men are trying to move some large, unspecified object into a house, and they encounter a host of problems. Finally, it comes down to this:

[Right Said Fred, by Bernard Cribbins]

"Right" said Fred, "both of us together, one each end and steady as we go".
Tried to to shift it, couldn't even lift it, 
We was getting nowhere
And so, we, had a cup of tea....

"Right" said Fred, "give a shout to Charlie", up comes Charlie from the floor below.
After straining, heaving and complaining, 
We was getting nowhere
And so, we, had a cup of tea....

Charlie had a think and he thought we ought to take off all the handles
And the things what held the candles, but it did no good, 
Well I never thought it would.

"All right" said Fred, "have to take the feet off, 
to get them feet off wouldn't take a mo." (moment)
Took its feet off, even with the seat off, should've got us somewhere but no
So Fred said "let's have another cup of tea" and we said "right-o".

"All right" said Fred, "have to take the door off, need more space to shift the so and so."
Had bad twinges taking off the hinges, and it got us nowhere
And so, we, had a cup of tea....

"Right" said Fred, "have to take the wall down, that there wall is going to have to go".
Took the wall down,  even with it all down, we was getting nowhere
And so, we, had a cup of tea....

Charlie had a think and and he said "look Fred, I've got a sort of feeling
If we remove the ceiling, with a rope or two we can  drop the blighter through".

"All right" said Fred, climbing up a ladder, with his crowbar gave a mighty blow
Was he in trouble, half a ton of rubble, landed on the top of his dome
So Charlie and me had another cup of tea and then we went home."

Kurt on 11.10.06 @ 08:28 AM PST [more...]

Sunday, November 5th

Long, Thin, Round Ones; Short, Fat, Juicey Ones....



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On a recent trip down to the farm, Kurt’s older daughter was intrigued with the worms she found about the property. Inspired by her current reading, How to Eat Fried Worms by Thomas Rockwell, she began a campaign to fry up some worms. I would have none of it, Nate wasn’t sympathetic, and her dad was occupied with bigger plans, but Rebecca thought it would be a great adventure. She whipped out her copy of Loren Nancarrow and Janet Hogan Taylor’s The Worm Book, which included fried worm recipes. Fortified with the consent of an adult, off the girl trekked to collect worms.
Channa on 11.05.06 @ 06:17 PM PST [more...]