Showing posts with label PFHT. Show all posts
Showing posts with label PFHT. Show all posts

Saturday, January 7, 2012

BeerMeister and Hawking

Paul spent from 0930 until 1730 helping out on the keg equipment cleanup and brew day.  First up was a rye India Pale Ale and then my Baltic Porter.  The Porter looked nice and dark, almost purple as it flowed into the 3 carboys.
It will cool down tonight and then the yeast will be pitched and it will ferment and then lager.  It will take from 8-12 weeks to finish off the beer before it is ready for bottling.  We had a beautiful day with temps in the low 50s so all the cleaning chores were a bit easier to perform than if it had been 14 degrees and snowing outside.  The brew system is very well engineered with electric heating coils for all the hot water and the connections between the various tanks is with silicon tubing and pumps.
When the boil was finished after 60 minutes the finished wort flowed into the carboys via gravity.  The carboys are now in a top loading refrigerator to cool down into the low 50s before the yeast is pitched, sometime tomorrow.  It will ferment at 65-72 degrees and then lager at 52 degrees for at least 4 weeks.  This full mash system used almost 50 pounds of grain, 8 ounces of hops, and produced almost 15 gallons of wort.  Quite a big step up from my 5 gallon batches!


Leslie spent the day near Lewisburg at the PFHT Field Meet.  Most of the regulars were there.  I hung out with Dave (Marbles) as he had arranged with Mike DuPuy to go to a pheasant area with a few goshawks.  After the floods 2 summers, ago a PGC game farm flooded and thousands of birds had to be released.   Many found their way to a very hilly, brushy field in a subdivision. We saw 7 flush and a couple of chases but no kills. Jeff Finch lost his bird for a while in the thick stuff.  It was hard walking on the hills and brush, so at the third flight some of us stayed on the access road and had a good view down into the valley.  We didn’t see anything from there but that’s because nothing happened. 
Jeff Finch has an albino redtail that is in some kind of breeding program. I had her on my fist for a while in the hotel room and also helped Dave medicate his redtail.   Mike DuPuy had a public viewing of the birds in the weathering area.  Quite a few curious local people came.   When Marty Rogers found out that I’d never held a bird before, he insisted I take his passage female.  What a thrill. And, because of the crowd, I had several people come up to me and ask questions.  Most I could answer (her name, her age, why/how redtails are trapped and used).  From then on both Marty and Dave were all about getting me a sponsor and taking the test over my insistence that as much fun as I have with them once/twice a year, that responsibility and life style just isn’t in my future.  Besides, I have chickens.  Anyway, it was great fun for all of us.
I sat with Karl Striedeick at dinner.  Jeff Kimmel came up with him.  Jeff’s opened a woodworking shop not too far from Karl’s place.  I told him I’d bring Pop Lapp’s 2 end tables to him.  Dinner was in “ballroom” of the Country Kitchen attached to the hotel.  The restaurant has a regular buffet with ham, prime rib, fried everything, salad bar, dessert bar, vegetable bar and we served ourselves from that.  It worked out very well. 
I didn’t see any dachshunds there although  Teddy  came for the day and brought her husband instead of a bird and dogs (not a fair trade in my book).  He’s retired and they’ve moved to Delaware. Neither Phyliss and Ted  nor his apprentice Melissa were there.
I met a sister of Gambol’s from Cheri’s last litter with Valley.  Looks a lot like Gambol.  I’d talked to his owner on the phone as a reference for Cheri but had never met her before.
The speaker was Scott McNeff the Eastern region director from NAFA.  (There must have been 6 or 7 NAFA big guys.  Next year’s meet will be in Carlisle. Mike Kuriga is chair. )  He’s 35 but looks 16.  He’s from Maine, runs an ice cream stand on the beach in the summer and takes off 7 months to hawk.  I’m in the wrong business.  He showed slides of a trip to the southwest last year.  He just called cold called people in the NAFA directory and they invited him to stay and hunt with them, never having met them before.  That’s just how falconers are.  Good talk, not too long. 
I just went up for the day so I left before the raffle got going.  No dogs; no birds this time. Mike DuPuy gathered lots of falconry equipment from suppliers so there was lots of interest.
The walking was tough and the catches meager throughout, only 26 game pins this year.  It was just too warm for the weight of the birds, apparently.  And that’s the art of falconry.

The Daily Item, Sunbury, PA

January 2, 2012

Falconers gather for field meet

Daily Item
---- — By Tricia Pursell
The Daily Item
LEWISBURG -- Professional falconers and their right-hand birds will meet in Lewisburg this week for the annual Pennsylvania Falconry and Hawk Trust Field Meet.
The first time to be held in the Valley, the event will bring together about 100 PFHT club members and other falconers from other states, to share stories and do what they love best -- hunting with their birds of prey.
Field Meet Chairman Mike Dupuy, of Middleburg, said it's not a competition. Rather, "We get together to go hunting and tell tales to each other," he said.
Dupuy is also looking for some local hunters to act as guides -- those who know local landowners so permission can be granted to the falconers to fly their birds there. Falconers are generally looking for small game, such as rabbits, squirrels, pheasants and ducks.
Those interested in volunteering are asked to meet at the front door of the Best Western in Lewisburg at 3:30 p.m. Wednesday, at which time Dupuy will conduct a brief flight demonstration in a nearby field.
The public is invited to an open house to see a variety of birds, watch a presentation, and ask questions about them and the art of falconry, from noon to 2 p.m. Saturday at the atrium at The Country Cupboard in Lewisburg.
More information is available by contacting Dupuy at (301) 633-8355 or pfht2012@mikedupuyhawkfood.com.
The PFHT club, which has met for a field meet annually for more than 35 years, has about 150 members.

News

Lewisburg woman a ‘breeder of birds’ text describing the image

Above, Cheri Heimbach, master falconer, holds Whistler, an eagle owl, one of the birds of prey which she raises. Left, this Harris hawk is one of the bird of prey species Heimbach raises. Photo by Tammy Burke/Standard Journal.
by Tammy Burke
Published:
Wednesday, December 28, 2011 7:57 AM CST
LEWISBURG — Hunting the way that ancients did is only one of the three separate things that Cheri Heimbach, of Lewisburg, master falconer of Baywing Falconry and the apprentice coordinator for the Pennsylvania Falcon and Hawk Trust, (PFHT) gets to do with her birds of prey.

“The basic point is falconry is the oldest hunting sport known to man,” Heimbach said, “It’s 4,000 years old and it’s how they put meat on the table before modern weapons were created.”

According to the PFHT, which is the state club, Japanese records show falcons given as presents to Chinese princes around 2200 B.C. and pictorial records and wall hangings of hunters with falcons on their wrists have been dated to 1700 B.C. in Persia. The sport had gained popularity in medieval Europe and by the middle of the 18th century began to decline in England and Europe.

But it appears the sport never went completely away, as a dedicated handful still revel in the husbandry and sport of falconry. For example, PFHT started in 1976 with a total of 55 falconers at the end of the its first year.

In addition to hunting, Heimbach is a propagator, or in other words, a breeder of birds and she travels to schools, groups and events to do educational talks. According to Heimbach, during the year, she spoke at 19 different places with groups ranging from five people to over 25,000. Most of the talks are scheduled in Pennsylvania but she has gone as far as New Jersey to an elementary school.

The children, she said, love seeing the birds.

According to Heimbach, the annual state field meet, featuring dozens of falconers from the PFHT, will be held Jan. 5-8 at Country Cupboard, Lewisburg.

“Hunters will be split into hunting groups and then we’ll meet up with everyone after and tell tall tales of what our birds did — how many rabbits they got,” she said.

The redtail isn’t the only bird that Heimbach hunts with — she currently has 13 birds of prey which represent the three main types: Hawks, falcons and owls.

Outside at the Baywing Falconry perches, one white Gyrfalcon, a 3-year-old named Starlight, and two Harris hawks, Cobra, a 4-year-old Harris hawk which had been injured during a hunting accident, and Shiva, a 9-year-old Harris hawk which is still hunting, perched like silent sentries during a light drizzle.

Heimbach said the injured Harris hawk will be introduced into the breeding program, where each bird stays in its own “mew,” or housing facility for birds of prey.

“The only birds to share a cage are a bonded pair.” Heimbach said. “Or they’d eat each other.”

According to Heimbach, the redtail hawk is one of the most common in North America while the Harris hawks generally come from Arizona, Texas and New Mexico.

In addition to two types of hawks, Heimbach also has two types of falcons: The Gyrfalcon and the African Barbary.

Currently she has a barbary falcon under a year old who is living in the house with her. The bird is smaller than those outside and it is full grown.

“(Barbarys) are fully grown at three months. But mentally it takes a while to grow-up,” Heimbach said, explaining she gets her birds initially while they are very young and keeps them in the house at first in order to get the birds accustomed to her.

In another area, a large mew holds a pair of Eagle owls. Heimbach said the species originates from Europe and are closely related to horned owls but are much larger. The two are destined to be a breeding pair, she said, as soon as the female, Penny, is old enough.

Currently, Penny is not quite 2 and she has to be 5 in order to lay eggs. Penny is about a third larger than Whistler, the 5-year-old male.

All female birds of prey are larger than the males, Heimbach said.

According to Heimbach, owls can live up to 50 years in captivity while in the wild it is about half that.

Heimbach admitted that with the Harry Potter series, the owl has become more popular but she warned all the birds of prey are not pets, they are wild animals. Hers are trained but never tame, she said.

And there is a process to become a falconer. “You must have permits from the PA game commission,” Heimbach said.

Additionally, she said someone interested is required to find a sponsor and do a two-year apprenticeship to learn how to properly care for the birds and to protect the community.

For example, her birds eat a whole animal diet as close as possible to what they would have in nature, Heimbach said. Such as mice, quail and chicken.

Potential falconers also go through a written examination along with showing that a proper facility is constructed and must have them inspected.

One of the duties Heimbach has as the state’s apprentice coordinator is guiding interested parties and introducing them to falconers so they have an opportunity to get to know potential sponsors.

For more information or to schedule an educational talk, call 966-9539 or e-mail baywings@dejazzd.com.

Staff writer Tammy Burke can be reached at 570-742-9671 or e-mail.


Copyright © 2012 - The Standard-Journal

Sunday, January 9, 2011

PFHT

I spent a wonderful weekend in Mercer PA with Herr Admiral hawking.  We didn't catch any fur but walked a field with some terrific and kind redtail hawkers and attended the annual banquet where many people asked after Gambol and wondered why I didn't bring him.  They show a creditable respect for Dad and that splashed onto me.  It's fun to be in his shadow.

Reading  The Perfect Woman Andres*** A nut case decides to experiment with drugs to keep petite women alive but sedated.  All goes well for him until he kidnaps a petite police officer who has a large tolerance for the drugs he's using.  Busted.

Monday, January 11, 2010

PFHT meet

Sunrise on the way to Lancaster
Centerville (Lancaster): cold, 3-4" snow on the ground.
Regular mini dachshund hunters but no prey.
We hiked around the Pa Ren Faire with Ashe and his redtail after visiting with the rest of his birds, including the eagle owl that played in the first 2 Harry Potter movies.  He hoots on command so is insured for $45k.  No prey there either.
No luck at the raffle either but I did get my article about winning Gambol printed in Wingbeats.  Gambol didn't attend so we made a promise to Cheri to visit soon.
This year we really know why it's called hunting and not killing.  The fun is in the hunt, as always.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Hawking mini-meet

I drove down to see Holly and Chris for a Friday flounder fillet dinner catered by Carl Drake. It was wonderful. After dinner we looked at 6 carousels of slides that Chris found in her garage that survived Floyd at Tuppenny Meadows. One set was from our wedding; the photographer must have followed the professional around because there were only a few new shots and a lot of old ones from new angles. The rest of the sets were of Mom and Pop's trips to Europe: Amsterdam, Italy, Ireland, Greece and Turkey. 95% were of flowers and a few were of buildings. We were disappointed to find that only a few had people we knew in them. I'm going to scan those. Perhaps more photos will turn up someday.
Saturday The Admiral and I went to Andrew Bullen's house on the eastern shore of Maryland for a day of hawking. It was 76 degrees and the birds we followed were not interested in flying, nor did we see many bunnies. We saw several people from PFHT who all asked about Gambol. We tried to duck-hawk Andrew's friend's gyr falcon but at every pond we stopped, an eagle or 2 showed up. Eagles will kill a falcon to get its prey, opportunists that they are. We ran out of ponds and light before we ran out of eagles. This is, after all, the height of the golden eagle migration. Tussey mountain has counted over a dozen goldens several days this week.
Each guest brought a dish for dinner; we didn't make it back to the house in time for the beaver stew, but I heard it was excellent. Carl made Hasenpfeffer which was tender and very flavorful. The potluck menu included venison bologna, venison pepper pot, venison chili, brie and chutney en croute, another rabbit stew, a blueberry pie, a meat pie, and assorted cookies and sweets. No one went away hungry. Although we didn't see any kills, and didn't even see much hunting, as Bill McBride says (and he says a lot) any time you come home with the same birds you left with, the hunt was successful. Another of his quips is, "every hunt is successful: sometime the rabbit is successful and sometimes the hawk.
Don't we have the best times, Kid? Yes, Dad, we do.

Monday, February 9, 2009

Catching up

Pa Falconry and Hawk Trust (PFHT) on TV
There were 2 segments of the Field Meet on PA Outdoor Life this week (Feb 8) on WNEP with Bob Leonard and Cheri Heimbach and will be other segments (Feb 15). If you look very carefully at the beginning of Cherie's segment as she takes Starlight out of her van, Gambol's nose makes a quick appearance.

Building Permit
We had a visit from Harry Burd today that lasted almost an hour. He presented us with the Building and the Zoning Permits and the signed off set of plans. We wrote the first check for Phase II ($901.00). He had one concern about the transition from the garage to the breezeway and we walked him around the garage to show him how it was currently structured. He is a great talker and we had a very nice visit. We'll bring along the set of plans that he has signed to the 0900 meeting on Friday with Envinity at 331 E Foster Ave.

Neutered!
Gambol had his Big Operation today. He doesn't have a Elizabethan collar, the stitches are internal. He doesn't seem to worry them yet. He wouldn't go into his kennel to get food or water nor when we were eating. He probably didn't like what happened to him last time he was in a crate like that. He's supposed to lay low for a few days. I think we'll be lucky if we get one quiet day with low running. He had his microchip inserted also.

Eggs
The girls are consistently laying 5 eggs now with our total at 105. I have a following of buyers at work who are willing to pay $.25/egg, farm fresh, free-range, cage-less but not entirely organic and definitely not vegetarian. Whoever heard of a vegetarian chicken? They'd cackle at that idea for sure.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

A new resident of the Barony


I have a new friend. He doesn't really have a name yet (his kennel name is Gambler), but he's a 7 month old Brittany. I won him in the PFHT raffle and I only bought $20 in tickets! Cheri Heimbach, the secretary and Grand Diva of our club donated him to the fundraiser. The decision to accept him was only hard because I knew that the Baron wanted to wait till the rest of the house was built. This, however, was an opportunity that doesn't come around often. We met him on Friday night at the annual meeting; he was calm and confident among 100 strangers. Only when he saw Will, his apprentice and former frequent companion, did he make any noise. He raised up on his back legs occasionally, but it was a delicate and gentle greeting rather than aggressive or assertive bowl-me-over game. He needs puppy training but he's housebroken and crate trained. He's had his first puppy shots, worming and vet check. Since he's lived with his mother, 2 sibs and assorted hawks and other critters until now, he's well socialized and knows he's a dog. So, when Michael called my name second, I only debated a few minutes. I knew this was a good dog that will fit into the Barony well.

I picked him up this morning from Cheri's motel room and we drove home, 3.5 hrs, with a stop at Petco for a crate and puppy chow and at Home Depot for some more CaCO3 since the temps are supposed to get bitter and we have 6" of new snow on top of the old ice. For most of the drive he had his head on my lap.
A crow flying over the car got his attention; he pointed as much as he could in the car. He attentively watched the road from then on. He hasn't cried and hardly barked; he growled at his reflection in the window after dark; I spotlighted but didn't see anything outside so I can only assume he was unsure of himself in the dark window. He certainly does like windows. He gently jumps up to look out the stairs window and spent a lot of time at the deck door. When he jumps up on furniture or to see what's for dinner, a quick "no, get down" correction and he's immediately down. He's a smart dog.

I wasn't going to let him off leash for a few days, until he has a better idea that this is home, but his big eyes and straining shoulders, plus the snow and ice made it hard for me to give him the exercise he needed. I released him and he was off. He ran up the Jennifer Trail but came back when he got half way up; then he was gone. Out of sight. I couldn't track him in the snow and was half sure I'd lost the little boy only 6 hours from pick up. 10 minutes later he came racing back for a pet and then raced down the Trail. What a thrill. He made a huge circle around the house and then went to the door and was done. If that's the kind of exercise runs he wants, I'll feel better when I get a microchip in him. But, I'll just find a good tree stump to sit on while he races aound. He's now sleeping at my feet.
I called Erle Ryba, an aquaintance from WOCC and owner of a kennel in Julian for vet recomendations and advice on training. He recommended a book called Hey Pup, Fetch it Up and suggested that I join the bird dog club. We'll start out at Animal Medical Hospital. I filled out their new patient form on line tonight.
His parents have been tested for hip dysplasia:
THIS GAMBLER'S FLY'N SR20142101 Aug 23 2004  M Sire BS-13450G26M-PI
BAYWINGS VALIANT HEART SR25504703 May  5 2005  F Dam BS-13706F24F-PI

A very eggsciting day


I collected our first chicken rent today: a pretty brown and nicely egg-shaped although it looks more round in this photo. It was even placed nicely in the hay and golf ball nest. Wahoo! I don't know who voted for Jan 15, but you win our egg contest. The white egg in the photo is a large egg from Giant for comparison. (We won't need anymore of those.)
I had scrambled egg for dinner: yum.
While I was hunting with Admiral von UberBaron and the PFHT, the girls helped themselves to an extra helping of alfalfa by breaking through the paper bale wrap. I guess they thought they deserved it. 4 are squatting now, but I don't know who the lucky lady is.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

Eggs and things

We were filling the RTV with composted horse manure from the Penn State mushroom farm that was delivered about 2 weeks ago to our compost area by the side of the house. Suddenly eggs were falling our of the compost as it dropped from the tractor: 1" by 1.25", very leathery, bumpy, most had some discoloration, a few were folded over or collapsed. One was cracked and dripping so we pried it open, thinking what ever was in it wasn't going to make it anyway. Snake! We eventually found over 20 eggs and reburied them in a compost nest up the hill a bit. No wonder the snake had been hanging around our hill. We found a small snake, 36" long and maybe 1.25" diameter, tangled in the blueberry netting, too late to save it.

As we reburied the snake eggs we found an interesting nest of the Baldfaced Hornet (Dolichovespula maculata. It's a mound of dirt,8" high, covered by a paper nest. The entry is at the dirt line. Wasps are black and white and about 3/4" long.


Chicklets will be 3 weeks old tomorrow. They stayed outside last night til almost dark and about 70 degrees. (We went to the PFHT picnic and then stopped in Harrisburg for an Appalachian Brewery dinner.) They were huddled up against the wall, tight together. Their feet were cold and not one gave me any trouble about getting caught for the tub.
When I let them out this morning, downy feathers flew all over the place. The girls raced around as if they'd never been outside before, even without their usual blueberry breakfast. Maybe I was late getting them out. Maybe they are just getting cramped in their tub. They are definitely growing real feathers. They have pantaloons and their ears are visible now.
A couple can fly up to the roost. We held a grasshoppers so they have to be on the perch to get it; no problemo! Those who know the trick haven't figured out how to stay on the perch while they eat. Instead they fly down to show off their treat and are immediately mobbed. Birdbrain?


When I open their door, I am mobbed by a half dozen chicks who want blueberries, or whatever else I'm serving, or, if nothing is available, they'd like to jump out and find their own. I've let a few do that; one followed me around between my feet pecking at bugs I kicked up. They don't like to be far from their sisters however. Most are a bit more wary and let the others mob the door.

They use the tube-drinker easily so that's what we use in the tub. We gave them some potato peelings, Swiss Chard hunks and egg plant peelings. Potatoes were OK, but blueberries and grasshoppers are better.

Tonight bedtime was a little more difficult than last night. It's lighter and a little warmer. Most came right in with blueberry treats. The last one, apparently doesn't like blueberries or maybe she doesn't like to be stepped on to get one. She was peeping mournfully just out of grabbing range. Finally I let the bird who kept flying out of the tub to my knee call the lone star in the tractor. She came in when her sister told her to.
The Baron is still conducting his war against the groundhogs on our property, and so far this year he has taken 8 of them with his .22 rifle. Still with all that we know there are at least 4 more groundhogs running around on the meadow right now. The battle continues. It's Sunday so he won't shoot, and they seem to know it.