Green Collar Girl

Pumpkin Picking Time

September  bring the start  of Autumn with warm days, cooler nights and colorful leaves. Just the right time for Pumpkin Picking. It’s become an annual tradition in our family to have a all out pumpkin blitz. This weekend (Sept 15, 2012) we head to Roba Family Farms in North Abington Township, PA to get some 300-500 pound pumpkins. The following weekend (Sept 22, 2012) is the Cooperstown Pumpkinfest in historic Cooperstown, NY where the giant pumpkin weigh-offs are held. Then it’s off to Turks Farms in King Ferry, NY to explore their pumpkin patches and gather up any where from 100-400 jack-o-lantern sized pumpkins. That’s just the start of the Halloween fun

Things Happen – Connect The Dots

It’s time to Connect the Dots between climate change and extreme weather. Across the planet now we see ever more flood, ever more drought, ever more storms. People are dying, communities are being wrecked — the impacts we’re already witnessing from climate change are unlike anything we have seen before.
But because the globe is so big, it’s hard for most people to see that it’s all connected. That’s why, on May 5, we will Connect the Dots.
Read More at: http://www.climatedots.org/

The Reign of Tyranny and Terror Ends

Spiedie Joe

The reign of tyranny and terror through dominance with a beak and talons, which controlled my backyard has been terminated. We’re talking about a major political overthrow, leading to the assassination of the leader of my feathered flock. Yeah, you guessed it…the rooster that has terrorized me for almost a year is finally dead. It was quick and painless; quite truthfully I don’t think he knew what hit him (BB gun to the brain). It was so fast and quiet, that his harem continued to scratch and peck at the ground without a care in the world not realizing their sole mating male was gone. The swiftness of this planned covert execution left me momentarily shell shocked and I was touched with pangs of guilt and remorse. But those pangs were short lived as I soon became flooded with relief. No more looking over my shoulder when I venture out into the backyard. No more carrying a wepon of defense with me when I go to gather eggs. No more blasted crowing at the crack of dawn. It’s enough to make a person break out in song:

“Ding Dong! The rooster’s dead. Which old rooster? The rotten rooster!
Ding Dong! The rotten rooster is dead.
Wake up – sleepy head, no more crowing, get out of bed.
Wake up, the rotten rooster’s dead. He’s gone where the goblins go,
Below – below – below. Yo-ho, let’s open up and sing and ring the dinner bells.
Ding Dong’ the dinner-oh, suppers on, let’s eat ’em now.
Let them know The rotten rooster is dead! “