Archive for February, 2007

Feb 10
2007

Becoming a Landlord

Although it’s been a rough couple of weeks–temperatures in the single digits–my thoughts are already on spring. This year, I’m reading up on becoming a landlord. A purple martin landlord, that is.

You’ve probably seen purple martin birdhouses. They are usually very conspicuous because they’re placed in fairly open areas on tall poles 10′ to 20′ off the ground. The houses resemble apartment complexes, with numerous openings for multiple families.

Purple martins are highly prized as neighbors because they provide entertaining aerial shows as they gobble up the local flying insect population. Alas, they aren’t the voracious mosquito eaters that was once thought, but that hasn’t deterred martin lovers.

Martins on a Pole.gif

Apparently, becoming a landlord is a weighty decision. There’s not only the all-important decision about the type of housing (plastic? aluminum? wood?) but also placement. Happily, for us, placement will be a cinch. The diagrams of the house and open areas required could be exactly our property.

Other important considerations are regular nest checks to ensure that there aren’t any sick birds, invaders or other problems. There’s also keeping snakes and other predators away from the house. And, of course, there are those who also feed their birds in foggy or inclement weather by lobbing meal worns or crickets into the air with slingshots, just to make sure the birds don’t go hungry.

On the one hand, I have been enjoying the bird watching at our winter bird feeders. We also enjoy trying to identify the birds that we spot on the property. On the other hand, all the websites caution against becoming a landlord and not living up to the responsibility. It is one more thing to take care of in a long list of things to do around here.

You can read more about purple martins at some excellent websites:

- One of the most comprehensive sites is the Purple Martin Conservation Association.

- Chuck’s Purple Martin page is filled with great tips and resources.

- The Purple Martin site has useful maps and timing reports.

The photo is courtesy of Joe Dellinger.

Robin
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February 3rd, 2012

If you’re in the neighborhood and just happen to have your paintbrush and paint clothes with you, stop on by. Harry and I are taking the day off from work to start painting the master bedroom. We figure it’ll take until Sunday. Harry does most of the rolling—no small chore with high ceilings—and I do all the tedious detail work. You, of course, can pitch in wherever you like.

We’re painting it a dove grey. So if you see some grey in my hair in the next few days, it’s paint. Got it? The grey is paint.

Robin

February 2nd, 2012

Happy Groundhog Day! What are you doing to celebrate?

We’ll have a special dinner of NOT groundhog. Dinner will be a special pasta (TBD) and some yummy homemade yeast rolls. Then we’ll pull out the photo album of past Groundhog Days and reminisce. We will toast Puxatawny Phil by opening the first bottle of my homemade apfelwein, which I hope is sparkly by now. If it’s any good, you’ll hear more about it.

Cheers!

Robin

February 1st, 2012

Working from a home office is not always what it’s cracked up to be. I have a lousy IT department (me). Interruptions range from barking dogs to crowing roosters. I hear my business phone ring during non-business hours.

But there is a lot good about a 15 step commute. Such as today. It’s cloudy and a bit drizzly, but the temps will climb into the mid 60s for the second day in a row. I will turn off the heat, throw open the windows and give the house—and office—a good airing. Ahhh!

Robin

January 22nd, 2012

It’s cold here with a bit of ice and snow on the ground. The hens hate it.

There was a huge, chicken-y traffic jam at their window/door this morning. As I opened it three hens bolted outside. But they beat a hasty retreat back into the coop while other hens were still trying to get out. There was an impasse and much chicken shoving. There were no injuries—unless you count my sore sides from laughing so hard.

Robin

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