Sigh. The young pear trees have fire blight. If I remember correctly Blight is bacterial, it will enter your tree through a wound or badly timed pruning cut. It loves warm wet weather. When all your new fruit shrivels up and the new growth dies back it is likely that you have Fire Blight. It is highly contagious and will often kill the whole tree. I have been pruning the dying foliage off as I see it but now it is out of hand.
How to treat your organic pear tree for fire blight. Prune and soak in White Vinegar Spray. Prune them further down than the blight. Your sheep will be grateful for the tasty feed. Or remove the prunings from the property. Then spray with the vinegar and water mixture and repeat after a couple of weeks.
Though pruning a tree that has a disease that enters the tree through a wound seems dubious. Three young trees are infected so far. So no pear cider again this year. However the stone fruit and the cherries seem to be doing well.
Sheila is thrilled that Charlotte has thrown her out of the barn while she gestates. Now Sheila can play camouflage in the wallow corner for as long as she likes!
“nuff said”. Which brings me to :
Yesterdays Funniest Story in the Lounge of Comments by Chas Spain.
re Blue the Savage – when I was vetting many years ago, we vets all had blue heelers – the sweetest of dogs. They rode with us in our trucks, which is when they were at their happiest.
My fellow vet had a red heeler she struggled to keep in line. So she called on a great learned dog trainer who spent an evening and late into the night instructing her in the art of dog training. After absorbing all this she explained that she was talking about a heeler.
To which the learned dog trainer replied – ‘Oh in that case, there’s nothing you can do other than buy a 1000 Ha and 200 cows and keep the dog tied up until you want the cows in.’
I am still laughing about that! Best I get more cows.
Anyway, now we are watching the skies hoping for a few days without rain, not that we are ungrateful you understand, but we need to begin getting in some hay.
Don’t tell John I took his photo. He hates it when I do that!
The electrician who was working in the Coupe today brought me some farmers caps, evidently there is a difference between farmers caps and construction caps and I was wearing a beach hat. Concerned, he went into his storage cupboard at home and brought me a collection of Dekalb caps that his old friend gave him over 20 years ago. The old fella has since died leaving this collection of brand new old caps. They are unworn but date back to the seventies and eighties. From a very different period of farming. I wore one immediately because they have this big wide old fashioned brim that runs from ear to ear, across the top of my eyes and are big enough to cover the tops of my ears!
When John came home from work and saw what I was wearing he was thrilled to bits. Dekalb is an old, old Illinois seed company… 1912 they started up. They lasted almost seventy years, developing and selling internationally accepted hybrid corn, before Monsanto began to buy up shares and eventually bought out, closed down and now own the name Dekalb. My very fast google searches seem to indicate that this was one of the first companies to fall to Monsanto in the nineties. It was one of Monsantos entry points into the corn tree. Dekalb had become weak and was taken over. A bit like Fire Blight in a pear tree. Ruthless, highly contagious and often fatal. The original hybrid seed company no longer exists, and the name Dekalb is now synonymous with Monsanto but there is a dichotomy here that appeals to me so I will wear the old and in fact collectible caps from the pre-Monsanto era. At least the caps from those days keep the sun off your head, the tractors that the farmers drove back in the seventies did not have enclosed air conditioned cabs!!
It is the old codgers birthday today and we are going out to lunch!
So I shall hang up the sign… Out To Lunch! Phone Turned Off.
Have a lovely day.
Your friend, celi.