Showing posts with label terrorism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label terrorism. Show all posts

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Hog Wild West


Aki is just filling in the finishing touches to her show at the gallery. Cold frame and our windows are full of anticipation of the harvest in the fall. Bees have new brood just about to hatch. They are busy feeding and they are strong.

From the stillness and quiet.

The spring has begun. The noise level rises as the lake ice recedes. The ice has just left. Now all the birds are back.
You can just make out a bear holler and the thumping of grouse in the bush over the cacophony of sounds coming from the small lake we live on.
There is so much life happening on these small lakes, ponds and wetlands here. It is magnificent, wondrous and precious to us. To anyone. Every child should experience this.

It does set the scene
but is not the point of this blog.
A few posts ago a question was posed to us.

“Hi. Really enjoying reading your blog, but I'm curious about something. What do you do about the wildlife? In other words, don't you worry about bears or wolves or larger predators killing off your chickens or, even worse, being a threat to you? How do you deal with bears and wolves? Aren't they attracted by the garden or the smells from your cooking? I'd really like to know how you handle that”.

A bear walks through our yard in the spring every few years. This winter we had four wolves running and playing on the lake. I was within 100 feet of one. It had no fear, my heart was racing, it had no intention of coming closer.
A young bald eagle attempted to take a chicken one spring. We chased it off. That was 3 years ago and it hasn’t come back. A pair of bald eagles live here. They stand on the tops of tall fir trees.
A weasel killed a couple of pullets last year. Opened their throats and drank their blood. It never came back. We suspect our dogs and cat were on it.

May 7th
He shows up at our place at 9 in the morning looking for 30 missing pigs. No greeting, straight to the point. “Have you seen my pigs?”.
A new neighbour, Brad moved his pigs onto an abandoned homestead about 1.25 kms away, unnervingly close since our closest neighbour until then had been a lone old timer 4 kms away. He doesn't live there just his pigs. We knew Brad’s parents, old timers. His father had been an old time leather artist. In fact he had shown Aki how to braid. They were a nice couple, he died a few years back, she is close to 90 and healthy.

June 20th 2011.
Called for lunch, I came around the corner of our cabin and was confronted by a 400 pound pig… A pig. No idea where it came from at the time. I was dumbfounded but also a bit excited about the prospect of having an easy hunt.

I remembered it must be a neighbour’s pig. What was it doing here?
I yelled at it and tried to get it to move on. It did not move. It just stared at me. Kai and Aki came out the door and we joined together in our hollers. As we bent over to pick rocks it began to move slowly toward the forest and disappeared.

After lunch I went back to work in the shop on the grinder.
With my headset on and leaning into the grinder I could hear yelling. With a start I looked to the door and caught sight of a herd of pigs running by. Three astride and 7 or 8 animals long. 20, 25 pigs.
For the rest of the day we defended our gardens, fruit trees, berry bushes and bees.
We learned that day that dogs have no effect on pigs, pigs don’t give up, even for a grain of rye seed. Breaking into our chicken runs for the seed.
The pigs divided into two fronts. Some 8 or ten half grown pigs, a sow and 3 or 4 adult pigs. The second herd was lead by a huge boar standing at least 4 feet. Then there were a few who seemed to wander between fronts.
We would drive one group off and start on the second and the first would come back. It looked as if we were going to loose a battle at some point. They were getting closer to the gardens. They could smell them I guess.
Kai grabbed his pellet gun and began to hunt them. They didn’t like that. He would hide. Wait and then within 15 feet hit their sides. With their thick skin the landed pellets seemed to have a slight smart pain but was enough to drive them off. So it seemed.

This could happen again. We realized the only reason they left was to get back before dark.
I hiked through the bush toward our new neighbour. All through the bush the pigs had been digging. This man had been ranging his pigs on Crown land. When I got to his place there was no sign of him or any kind of human dwelling. All the pigs were there, in a yard with no pen or fence just one strand of wire with no power running through it. I nailed a note to a post at his covered gated area in plain sight. Could not miss it.

Hi Brad.
Your pigs are trying to get into our gardens.
Could you take care of this please.
Regards,
Aki and Scott

No response
For a few days there was some chain sawing over there. The pigs didn’t come back.

September 16th (harvest)
The boar and 5 adults with a dozen or so smaller piglets.
They were our small apple trees, spent the whole day fighting off pigs. Everything was threatened, carrots, potatoes, cabbage, parsnips, fava beans… we grow enough food in our gardens to sustain ourselves all winter and into the next year. Jam from our berries, sauce from our apples, dried greens from broccoli and kale, sauerkraut and kimchi from cabbage and a full root cellar.
We begin to run out of food in June of the next year timed with the garden production for that next year.
That’s how we live. We spend our time growing our own vegetables and don’t eat a lot of meat.

We had two pellet guns. Both Kai and I hunted them, surprised them and finally they left… Only because it was the end of the day. There was some damage but not a lot. We considered ourselves lucky… had fended them off. For the next three days we harvested everything early. It had been a wet spring and summer so the harvest was ok. It could have been great.

As I said we had known his parents. I decided to visit his mother.
Kai and I drove as far as we could down Brad’s muddy road to leave him a note. Left a sign on a young aspen sapling we fell across his road. We stated he must deal with his pigs or we were going to.
Kai and I continued on, driving to his mother’s some 20kms away.
Good visit. We told her the story and asked if we could meet with him over some dinner if he wanted but definitely do something to keep his pigs away. She understood. She said she saw him two or three times a week and would tell him. I was sure after talking to his mother the issue would be resolved.

No response.

October 22
The pigs terrorized us again. We drove them off 3 times.
We were at the end of our patience.

Winter came. Lots of great sun.

February 16th
I was forging in the shop that morning. Between the hammer blows I could hear someone yelling “hello” in our yard.

When I looked I had no idea who it was. A guy about my age,50, going on about how his friend didn’t return his generator, he had no money, truck wouldn’t start and could he borrow a car battery. Then I realized it was our neighbour Brad.

I gave him the piece of my mind that had kept me up nights. He apologised, told us how hard his life was and said he had gotten rid of most of his pigs and was getting out of the pig business.
We invited him into our cabin, had a coffee and caught up on the neighbourhood gossip.
We lent him our backup battery and drove him to the road into his place. Didn’t want me to come in.
He returned the battery that afternoon


February 28th
Brad showed up again. Needed to borrow the battery again. I was not there. Aki lent it to him.
Three days later he returned it.

April 19th
Two adult pigs are on our road ready to come in. We hit them with a barrage of stones, sticks, pellets and drove them off. According to what Brad had told us the situation was going to end. We could deal with his two pigs.

April 20th
Four adults and 7 or 8 piglets. We are late this time. 8 o’clock in the morning! They have dug up two smaller apple trees, our asparagus patch, the freshly seeded lower garden, damaged the raspberry and blueberry bushes and dug up our lupins and irises. We fought them the rest of the day driving them off at the end of the day.

Now we’re pissed. We’ve given the guy the benefit of a doubt, chances, 5 strikes…we talked to his mother.
We have pictures. We’ve documented the events. How do you sue this guy? We’ll complain to forestry and conservation.

April 21st
Two adults and a piglet show up in the chicken run eating the rye seed. We seed the run, let the rye grow. We hit them again with a barrage of stones, sticks, pellets and drive them off.

April 22nd
Brad shows up at our door at 9 in the morning looking for pigs. I tell him how pissed we are, the damage his pigs have done and now we are going to the authorities. He apologizes and tells me of his hardships. He’s lost some piglets. He’s getting out of raising pigs. It won’t happen again.

April 24th
A truck races down our road. It’s Brad’s truck. Aki is in the sauna, Kai is in his room. It is 8:30 am.
I'm in the cabin.
He yells, he's cursing and sputtering accusing us of stealing his pigs. Tells me the police are on there way.
It was ugly. He says we shouldn’t be here. We’re city slickers (No idea what he is talking about). We’ve got to go.
He demands to look around.
I tell him he is out of line and to get off our property.
As he leaves he tells me if I wasn’t a cripple he’d beat the shit out of me and says he is going to do something.
I’ve a slight balance challenge, no big deal.
Just unnerving. We're dealing with a man who's a bit off balance. Psycopathic Like a drunken stuper.

Living in peace for 15 years in the bush. Since the old timer, 4 kms up the logging road moved away, our next closest neighbour is 9 kms away and then the next is 20 kms away. Now we are 1 km away from disaster.
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So now the police have a new file.   
We have 36 acres surrounded by crown land. The pigs have been all  like excavating machines.
We figure, time and labour, his pigs have cost us $2,000.
So to answer the question about how we handle situations with wild animals.
We seem to be able to co-habitate with the wild animals around us. We let them pass through, maybe with a nudge. Never would we have thought pigs would be a problem. But of course it's the people who own them.

Life in the bush?

Seems a bit unreal.
                                   Later...
Aki and Scott

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Tree Huggers on Easter Island (updated)

It seems easier to get started this year.
Looking back over our seventeen years in the bush here we can see the dramatic ways our environment has changed.

Nobody had lived here for several years. The small cabin, with all its windows shot out, had been taken over by swallows and mice. A half dozen wrecked vehicles dating back to the fifties, dilapidated outbuildings, and old, weathered garbage strewn throughout.
But aside from the small stain of human's existence, this spot on earth was peace.
We cleaned, patched up the cabin, re-used the wood from the outbuildings, but kept the wrecks around for parts and art.

We're coming out of a very long winter. Spring is here but slow. The lake is still covered with ice. The garlic and parsnips coming up slowly. Fruit trees are showing signs of life. Should be a bountiful season.

Seventeen years ago we camped on the land. For a cool, rainy week in September we relaxed here. The mornings were enveloped in mist. There were hundreds of ducks and geese sliding through the mist, into and out of the reeds that surrounded the small lake. We were going to stake as a place to live. Isolation.
Around the lake there was a mature lodgepole pine, spruce and Douglas fir forest and there was an incredible display of mushrooms. Enchanted. Easy forage for oyster mushrooms, boletes, field and horse mushrooms.There were dozens more we could not identify.

Since then pine beetles and the mills have taken all of the mature forest. Left a few mature firs here and there. The mushrooms, bats and now the moose have mostly disappeared with the forest.
The province has a bounty on wolves. Anyone with a hunting license can shoot a wolf any time.
The science behind the wolf cull is so flawed. It's all about votes and money.








No



doubt we’re are going to burn every drop of oil and burn every pound of coal. A forester once told us, when we were trying to stop the mill from cutting the forest around the land we live on, that there is not a safe stand of trees in Canada and that it’s only a matter of time before they’re all cut.

10% of the world population owns 85% of the world's assets and half of the population of the world owns barely 1%.

Terrorism, fighting for freedom…We haven't seen the worste yet. Blaming it on fundamentalists and extremists while hanging onto our decadence.
You would fight to save yours and who exactly are the extremists.

Our standard of living was built on the backs of slaves.The Conquistadors.
It’s not complicated.

Tree huggers unite but watch your backs



or you’ll get eaten.




Aki and Scott

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