shade from western poplars reaching clear across easternmost pond. that’s the intake pipe to the next pond in foreground. at very extreme right is a california redbud replanted at edge of swamp from a position at the same grade, but nearer other pond. because of its location in the swamp it doesn’t come out of dormancy until ~3 weeks after its twin species redbud 1 to 2 feet further up grade.
first camera shot in previous post taken from under compost compound roof in upper right
first shot is taken from near the new gate between towering fuchsia and compost compound (an arms raised, camera angled down and hope for the best shot). formerly an impenetrable swamp thicket, enjoyable only during the wet season, the swamp is becoming much better proportioned. my usual swamp photos are taken this way from across the swamp: the last bit of yard (neighbours) in the upper left corner would frame me. i would be seen crouching recently at the thin swoop of cement boundary to the left of the poplar stump crowned by a twinberry.
but the main sight line here is the circular end of pipe connecting wet season ponds. one can not really get good view of the pond in the foreground. if one looks carefully, one can see some planters up front then then the tub for the ducks. the ground on which these rest will be under at least 2.5 feet of water during the wetseason. further back perhaps three feet. then a quick taper to just under the intake pipe leading to the second pond.
both excavations have turned up mostly car parts, some interesting tools, a basketball hoop, asbestos, rusty nails, wiring and plumbing parts (only one useful)! in the second shot one can see a latch operated fully intact car window and some flooring i have yet to pull free just where the pipe feeds the next pond.
i am debating just how to manage the outflow from the second pond somewhere very near the poker rhizome just in foreground to the cement swoop. swamp drains naturally just to the left of cement swoop where i have built a bridge of first generation redwood (old fence post and rails i found at the feed store). the bamboo even further left of the poker i will move to just below left foreground (the top of brushpileat bottom left will be for bamboo and even further forward a wisteria.
at the extreme left in second pic is the young curly willow. she had a great year this year! i will train her out over the pond.
a quick picture of mallard ducks. i removed momma chicken (an australorpe) so i could see status of food and water (on opposite wall. tight quarters!) momma chicken and ducklings were very upset with me for removing her. i am taking that to be a good sign. net generally suggests this arrangement might work.
unable to find box for the group, so i dragged in the old rickety brooder section that was poorly built into the east wall of the coop (hence letting in rats). brooder just fit under roost and some scrap plywood made a good roof. digs are now about 2.5 x 3.5 feet with lots more straw for momma hen and duck eggs, plus bigger feed and water bowls on a more stable surface.
net says chicken temps may not be as compatible for ducks. momma chicken does seem to be keeping her wings up over the ducklings, not smothering them. and the ducklings are obviously drawn to her if only for warmth …. for now.
never did get to feed store or town. figure crushed chicken feed is fine and chicken warmth better than a grow lamp.
experiment has been interesting in lots of ways already. next time we order chicks i’m very inclined to get a rooster.
the duck eggs are the white ones. momma didn’t lay the brown one. other birds jumped in there to lay. don’t know if i’m projecting, but every body is a bit more excited than usual. glad ducklings are in a more spacious setting and hope all goes well.
i’ll get around to telling the mallards story in a couple months hopefully
This is the state, the balanced account, of our relations with the
world, at the beginning of a time when the old social contract
ought to be joined by a natural contract. In a situation of objective violence, there is no way out but to sign it.
At the very least, war; ideally, peace.
— the last sentences before another extended selection from Michel Serres The Natural Contract posted below
took a month for this red potato to sprout. still have not got it in the garden. it is not an experiment. i am an experiment
even after fencing in this area around the compost bins spot managed to hop and fly over a section of fence and dig up a freshly planted flowerbed. i finally clipped her wing. been split emotionally for weeks and busy too. finally sat down on monday. she jumped up on my lap. just like old times
"'What is wrong with the society we live in, said Cornelius Castoriadis, is that it stopped questioning itself. This is a kind of society which no longer recognizes any alternative to itself and thereby feels absolved from the duty to examine, demonstrate, justify (let alone prove) the validity of its outspoken and tacit assumptions.
This does not mean, though, that our society, has suppressed (or is likely to suppess, barring a major upheaval) critical thought as such. It has not made its members reticent (let alone afraid) of voicing it either. If anything, the opposite is the case: our society — a society of “free individuals” — has made the critique of reality, the disaffection with “what is” and the voicing of disaffection, both an unavoidable and an obligatory part of every member’s life-business. As Anthony Giddens keeps reminding us, we are all engaged nowadays in “life-politics”; we are “reflexive beings” who look closely at every move we take, who are seldom satisfied with its results and always eager to correct them. Somehow, however, that reflexion does not reach far enough to embrace the complex mechanisms which connect our moves with their results and decide their outcomes, let alone the conditions which hold such mechanisms in full swing. We are perhaps more “critically predisposed,” much bolder and intransigent in our criticism than our ancestors managed to be in their daily lives, but our critique, so to speak, is “toothless,” unable to affect the agenda set for our “life-political” choices. The unprecedented freedom which our society offers its members has arrived, as Leo Strauss warned a long while ago, together with unprecedented impotence.’
—from Liquid Modernity (2000)"
for five years this section of rebar was threaded through some chicken wire and swung shut and planted where the white back stop now is set. a piece of scrap plywood i found cut into a sort of right angle (not pictured here) was used as a latch of sorts in combination with the end of the shelf above the duck.
even the end of the rebar grasped by the hands those five years shows characteristic wear, but what struck me was the wear of the section below, the end that went into the ground past a few stones at the base of the sidewalk and the catch post as it were.
i always expected to use this wood for something else, some thing more elegant. i probably will use this every day until i no longer pass thru this world.
i told a dear friend once, five years can seem like an eternity
o, that cord coming from the swing post midway to the lower diagonal is an old bungie cord i found. pulls the gate shut nicely
What can we render to the world that gives us the given, the
totality of the gift? What can we render to the nature that gives us birth and life? The balanced answer would be: the totality of our essence, reason itself. If I dare say so, nature gives to us in kind, and we render to her in cash, in human sign currency. The given is hard; reciprocity, soft.
… . .
To the verb render, which comes from law, is added the word
reason, which also comes from law, because it signifies proportion, distribution, moderation in equilibrium. The contract established by the principle of sufficient reason would not be totally rational if it were not reasonable as well. One must surely render to nature neither less reason than the given demands, nor more. If reason exceeds the given, the contract is broken, as surely as for the opposite reason. The principle requires that an equilibrium be reached. In the same way, a necessary condition becomes sufficient, as well, if and only if the implication that joins it to the conditioned term turns back, in balanced reciprocity, from the conditioned toward its condition. In a way this double arrow displays an equilibrium.
What’s the meaning of this fine totalising of the group’s compo
sition and of everyone’s activities, without gap or exception? It
means this, which is a lot: that the virtuous citizen’s knowledge
and his constant occupation consist of knowing in real time what
the other citizens are doing, and of making it his own business.
Everybody knows everything about everyone, and everybody is
busy with everything that everyone is thinking, saying, and doing. This is absolute knowledge, or rather absolute information, total commitment, a contractual obligation or a complete system of cords and chains, the total transparency that is the aim of those who write and read newspapers, whether they’re printed or spoken or in images: this is the ideal of the social sciences. Hegel was only off by a little: the philosopher reading the newspaper is indeed praying, but to the idol of absolute information: nothing, in principle, escapes him. This universality founded the city-state of antiquity and expresses its ideal. Those, like Rousseau, who describe it as something to be regretted, are concealing, or are unaware of, the colossal price at which it is purchased. Let’s make a distinction, by the way: the information given by social science remains banal, for it repeats what everybody knows about everybody; the information given by natural science, on the other hand, can be calculated and is proportional to rarity, and we call it knowledge.
When everyone knows everything right now about everybody
and lives by this knowledge, you have antiquity’s notion of free
dom and the ideal city, and also the ideal of modern philosophers since Rousseau, the ideal of the media and social science, of the police and bureaucracy: poll, clarify, inform, make known, expose, report. A terrifying nightmare, one that, if you’ve lived in small villages or large tribes, you’ll want to avoid all your life, for it is the height of enslavement. Freedom begins with the ignorance I have and wish to preserve of the activities and thoughts of my neighbors, and with the relative indifference that I hope they harbor for mine, for want of information. Our life in enormous metropolises makes us dream, as if of a lost paradise, of these appalling Athenses where continuous and total information made everybody the slave of everyone else. An astronomer, Anaxagoras, or any other physicist, conquers freedom in nature’s space.
The city-state of antiquity knew no police. It needed none, since
everybody’s information sufficed to monitor everyone’s conduct
but for carrot seed, i bought nothing new for planting this year. here’s early sweet corn seedlings from last years garden and some the year before that. concerned about pollination issues, but it’s a year of experimentation. you can see in the planters, plenty didn’t sprout. planters rest between the varieties at the end of my watering path which is going to be a bit wacky as established paths don’t really work wel for corn on alternate years
next is mostly yellow and some russet potatoes too small to interest the cook over the winter.
on sunporch today i spotted some padron peppers forming. thrilled, but cautious. last year purchased baby plants from supposedly non hybrid organic seed. last four peppers matured turned red and each one had only one seed. lovely well shaped slightly glossy things. they all sprouted. an experiment. also trying two of them in slightly smaller pots