Comparative tests seem to be popular here, so I’ll throw this one in.  For the last four years I have used a foot-controlled 18 hp Simplicity Hydro lawn tractor to mow about two acres of lawn, orchard, berms and garden borders at the farm.  Far too often it was pressed into service to mow grassed parking lots and occasional stands of tree seedlings for want of another tool to do the job.

That has now changed with the acquisition of a narrow tractor to mow around my 15,000 young trees.  I must stress that I currently have a 35 hp tractor with rotary mower for the bulk of the cutting, but as the trees get larger, more and more areas can’t be mowed without casualties.

I decided that the tree farm needed a diesel tractor narrower than 48″.  The candidates on Kijiji were a 2WD 15 hp Massey-Ferguson 1010 with a belly mower and this Bolens 17 hp 4WD with a rear-mounted finish mower.  I picked the Bolens for its tall stance and versatility.

After a tank of diesel I think I can comment upon the Bolens as a mower.  After four years with the Simplicity I have a very good idea of its strengths and limitations.

Simplicity 18 Hydro with 38″ deck:

I paid the extra $300. for the foot-controlled model and it was money well spent.  The hydro is so smooth to control around trees and obstructions that a first-time operator likens it to waltzing.  It’s an excellent mower on the flat where you have to work around stuff.  Only on slopes does it run into trouble with a lack of traction.  Strategies develop to deal with the traction problem, so the only galling problem I found with the mower was its ineptitude in dealing with dips in the ground which result in the loss of traction to one back wheel.  Much hiking out by the operator proved the solution to these frequent spinning situations.  I also learned to hike out over the edge to keep my balance when mowing along banks, a common occurrence on this lawn.  This involved a fair amount of effort on my part, but the ballast enabled the light mower to do a pretty good job on angular terrain.  I always found this a spooky activity, though, and wouldn’t let anyone else run the mower on steep slopes, regardless of the safety interlocks.  The nice thing about the foot control when cutting under trees, of course, is that if you stop driving, the mower halts immediately.  This is good when one finds himself skewered by an apple bough.

We don’t have much open lawn to cut, just one 400 by 80′ section.  The Simplicity eats it up on cruise control at a top speed of around 5 1/2 mph.  Reclaimed from a pasture, this section has a few low-lying rocks which jump up and whack the trailing roller an occasional good one.  This is distracting to the operator, but doesn’t seem to have harmed the deck.  The surveyor’s stake under a pile of leaves on my sister’s lawn, on the other hand, bent the roller, affecting the cut quality until I devised a way to straighten it by removing the rubber rollers and having at it with a 4′ pipe to bend it back.

I should stress that the Simplicity has done a fine job under difficult circumstances.  There are a lot of rocks.  I have learned to avoid them and mow most of the lawn at a 3″ cutting height.  Two 400′ rows of 15 year-old spruces are a pain, but duty requires that I slalom around them at least every two weeks.  The Simplicity has been rammed through a lot of foliage over that time and doesn’t show any ill-effects from the abuse.  My body, on the other hand, has developed a deep antipathy to the blue spruce as a species.  On a hot summer day it’s like running into a barbed wire fence to come up against one of those things.  White spruce foliage is much softer.

Anyway, mowing along the ditch which separates the spruces from the flower beds is always an adventure.  Larger wheels would be good for clearing occasional washouts.  Mowing the berm behind the flower beds is too hard on the Simplicity, though.  Basically this is a pile of boulders dug up by the excavator and piled along a fence row.  I removed the fence and determined that the only sensible way to reduce string-trimming time would be by mowing the hay and weeds growing between the rocks. Rough going, mitigated slightly by several yards of topsoil brought in by Ranger to build a road for the mower.

But that’s the easy stuff.  Last week I had to mow a slalom around 16,  680′ rows of seedlings, one turn every 10′.  Thought I’d grind the steering gear right off the poor thing.  That’s when I decided we needed a heavier machine for this kind of work.  To its credit, though, over three evenings the Simplicity hung in there for about six hours of sustained, low speed mowing of very long grass in a rough field.  That’s not the first time, either.

My main criticisms of the Simplicity?  Its 18 hp Kohler engine needs to rev at full speed to work the hydraulic pump property.  It’s thirsty on fuel and noisy.  The ride’s a bit punishing compared to my larger tractors.  On the other hand the lawn looks terrific and the mower hasn’t fallen apart after quite a lot of abuse.

Bolens G174 Compact Diesel Tractor with 48″ Woods RM48YM-2 rear mower:

At 1200 pounds and another 305 for the mower, this is a substantial machine.  It rides pretty well if you keep a pillow on the seat and the twin cylinder Mitsubishi 17 makes a lot less fuss than the hysterical 18 hp Kohler single on the Simplicity.  Traction is excellent in 2WD, let alone 4WD with differential lock.  It’s tall and looks tippy.  At one point mowing across a slope under an apple tree I stopped the machine and climbed off, fearing a roll-over.  I lifted as hard as I could on the uphill fender, though, and couldn’t budge the thing.  Hiking out over the side is out of the question on this machine.

A rear-mounted mower can do a fine job on the flat.  Sharply undulating terrain, on the other hand, causes problems of geometry and unmowed patches of grass.  Even with its traction problems, the Simplicity does a better job on the uneven lawn.  The big problem with the Bolens, of course, is that you are cruising along with all gears turning.  You aren’t going to stop suddenly and back up the way you do routinely with the Simplicity.  Thus the mowing job will consist of gradual, sweeping turns, leaving a lot undone.  There’s a reason why the hydraulic mower has taken over the market.

In the field, on the other hand, the Bolens shines.  It will power through very long grass leaving the old Woods mower no choice but to follow along.  When the three blades are sharp, it does a very good job.  Hit enough rocks and the blades will become dull, but the Bolens still has lots of power to beat the blazes out of the hay, even if it can no longer cut it.  Sharp turns swing the mower wide, and casualties result if the operator doesn’t plan ahead.  And things go by fairly quickly.  The mower runs fast, at the middle pto speed of around 700 rpm.  4th gear of 6 seems to be about right, and about 2/3 rpms.  Some horses are clearly larger than others.

Update, 24 June, 2010:

Over its first week at the farm the Bolens has been busy.  One six-acre field of seedlings has proven too closely-planted to mow with the wider equipment, so it looks as though it will belong to the 48″ mower for the foreseeable future.  This work involved long runs down rows of seedlings, cutting weeds out of the way.

When the contractor sprayed with herbicide last fall in anticipation of the spring planting he dug up the ground with a crude spring-tooth rig to mark each row.  This produced an unusable trough down the centre of each cleared area which the planters dutifully avoided with the trees, veering occasionally over almost to the grassy verge in search of plantable soil.  Hence the rough ground and the wonky rows.

This meant the Bolens had to work over rough soil for at least half of its passes down the field.  4WD makes steering easier and improves the ride.  The mower thus had to power through a fair amount of sandy soil, though rocks are scarce in this field.  Long hay was definitely a factor, but the Bolens seems to have plenty of power to tear its way through heavy stuff, albeit in 3rd gear, low range.  It’s awkward to go from 1 hi to 3 low when the grass gets heavy because of the complex shifting involved.

The tractor is durable, though.  Two tankfuls of diesel this week have resulted in no oil consumption and no maintenance required save the replacement of the ancient drive belt on the mower and three blade sharpenings.  One strong advantage of the 3 point hitch mower is the ease with which one may sharpen the blades on the machine.  Just raise the mower up, put a jack stand underneath for safety, and have at it with an angle grinder.

Just for the record the tractor’s headlights are highly functional, focusing in a useful manner on where the mower will next cut.

I’ve mowed the lawn twice with the Bolens now and am getting better at it.  Learning to trust it on slopes was the big thing.  It can climb its way out of awkward situations very well — as long as the mower is down.  When the belt broke I lifted the rig and headed for the garage, up a steep slope.  Not a good idea.  The beast reared and pivoted 90 degrees on me before I could regain control.  This is potentially very dangerous, so today I’m off to get weights for the front.  I’ve also started planning a weight-distributing hitch to allow the towing of trailers once mowing season ends.  No way will I hang a trailer off the end of the 3 pt. hitch.  Too unstable.  (UPDATE, 30 July, 2011:  Turns out I was wrong on the previous statement.  I bought a 3 pt hitch trailer hitch and use it whenever I need to wrangle trailers.  The Bolens has no trouble with a bunch of hitch weight or a tandem trailer with a half-ton on it.  Negative hitch weights are something to watch, though, as the bar can ride up.)

Which is better?

For cool factor, the Bolens wins, hands down.

For a tame lawn with trees and other objects to mow around, the Simplicity is the clear choice.  For field and woodlot work where a conventional tractor is too wide to fit, the Bolens is an awesome addition to the collection.  The diesel, gear-driven Bolens is easier on fuel than the hydraulic Simplicity.

Coincidentally, we bought the new Simplicity and the 1981 Bolens for the same price.  I expect the diesel tractor to be at work on the property long after the gas mower has departed for the junk yard, but a parts shortage or catastrophic failure might change things.

Actually, the real competition is between the Bolens and my TAFE 35 tractor equipped with a new Rhino 160 rotary mower.  The Bolens is doing the lion’s share of the mowing because it is so much handier around little trees.  So the TAFE, four times its weight and twice its horsepower, complete with new canopy and expensive mower, sits in the yard while I bounce around on this handy little beast.

UPDATE:  30 July, 2011

Last summer I bought a 48″ off-brand rotary mower for the Bolens.  At about 400 pounds it’s no problem for the little tractor, but I immediately realized I had to add an overrun clutch to the PTO shaft before I rolled through a building, driven by the flywheel effect of the mower on the drive wheels.  No live PTO, eh?  With the extra clutch it works fine, and has proven a good deal handier than the larger rig mentioned above for mowing over soft turf, under overhanging black walnuts with brittle branches, and of course down rows too narrow for the wider mower.  To my surprise the little rig can cut through long hay just as well as the larger one, though with less groundspeed and coverage.

A three-point hitch dump box sized for this tractor turned up used at the local equipment dealer.  I think Walco calls it a 10 cubic foot dump box.  It’s pretty handy for cleanup around the property when another implement isn’t already hanging from the 3 pt. hitch.  My plan is to use the box for deep incursions into the woodlot after clean firewood.  If I drag the same wood out to the road with the winch it’s all coated with grit and a pain to saw into stovewood, so I have decided to go directly to the pile of limbs and trim it there.

The Bolens will carry the 8000 pound winch and the pto will move impressive logs with the cable, but it lacks the lifting power to skid logs after they’re chained to the unit.

UPDATE: 26 March, 2013

The Bolens has spent the winter as a garage queen. Equipped with the 3 pt hitch dump box it’s exceptionally handy to hit the remote I clipped to the hood, back out, close the door, run over to the woodpile, load up and back the load up to the woodpile in the shop for unloading. I even fitted the right fender with a scabbard for my chain saw so that we can make brief sorties into the woodlot for dry ironwoods when conditions permit.

During an interval when the power steering on the TAFE was broken, I pressed the Bolens into service on a 7′ rear-mounted blade in an attempt to clear the driveway. It worked until the snow became too deep. Then it was hopelessly outgunned by the laws of physics. It didn’t have the traction with turf tires, and it lacked the mass to shift heavy snow sideways with the blade angled. I was very happy to obtain the part to put the TAFE (with its winter cab, loader, snowblower and loaded tires) back into operation.

Out of the debacle with the blade, however, I discovered that a pair of tire chains off an army surplus Jeep would fit the rear wheels on the Bolens with a little fixing. The chains greatly increased winter traction without causing any serious problems. Rust on the garage floor and a lumpy ride aren’t so bad in mid-winter.

During sugar season I contemplated using the Bolens to gather sap, but it’s remained on woodpile duty with the dump box. My Polaris Ranger TM (2WD) is still the go-to vehicle for personnel movement and sap hauling. The Bolens is too awkward to get on and off for repeated stops.

As you approach Crosby from the east on Hwy 15 you can’t help but notice the precision lines drawn with corn in the huge expanse of land to your right.  The whole field is as straight as a die, quite a piece of work.

I tracked Bob Chant down and asked who was the craftsman on the corn planter.

“Burt Mattice does our seeding for us.  He sights on a tree and drives straight for it.  Then he follows a line the guide on the seeder makes. We have used that 1948 John Deere to do 480 acres of seeding so far this year.  I think it’s important that we farmers take pride in our work, and sometimes the old equipment is what you need to do the best job.”

I put up a bit of film on You Tube of Burt in action. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o3YWG4x1sBA

http://picasaweb.google.com/rodcros/PlantingTheCornAtChantlandFarmsCrosby#

I hope neither Bob nor Burt gets a look at our garden before I can trim the rows up with the tiller.  This year I suggested that Roz plant the root crops in the grooves left by the disk.  They were generally running the right direction, and this saved a lot of tedious measurement and stringing of twine from stakes and such.

Our young friend Roz is a much better seeder than I.  Addicted to tools, I can’t resist using this wheel-on-a-stick arrangement my dad tried once and discarded many years ago.  It consists of a small aluminum wheel with a box attached with adjustable holes from which the seeds drop as it rotates.  Most of my planting efforts result in a dense tangle of growth in the first three feet of the row, then nothing.  To compensate I usually start another packet of something at the other end of the row and run back. Squash and melons go in the middle of the garden where there is ample space to spread because of the absence of other seed.

Surprisingly enough, when I look back at photos of gardens past, it seems as though things grow quite well with this system.  For a few years the mild winters allowed volunteer growth of tomatoes so dense that they choked the other weeds out.  For the indolent gardener the cherry tomato is definitely the weed of choice.  Who can fault lush tomatoes growing all over the place?

Anyway, Roz is keen and inexhaustible.  She carefully planted individual carrots and beets, using up an amazing amount of garden space with two packets of seeds.

The goal this year is to have orderly rows which can be cultivated well into the season with the 1979 Troy-Bilt ‘Horse’ I found near Peterborough.  It’s a smoke-belching monster, but man, can it till!  The operator’s manual for the “Horse” runs to 180 pages, including a 40-page section on how to grow a garden.  The Garden Way Corporation of Troy, New York at that time took the job seriously.  It’s hard to imagine this kind of effort put into a product for sale in a box store today.

The sweet corn in the lower garden refused to sprout this year until I followed Peter Myers’s suggestion and stomped the seeds down into the dry, fluffy soil so that capillary action could draw moisture up from below and allow the corn to germinate.  Maybe those two rains helped, as well.  The late corn is now well ahead of the early corn.

My big task this summer is mowing around 8000 new seedlings.  Jane McCann’s crew popped the pine, tamarack, white oak, shagbark hickory and yellow birch in with a mechanical planter in a single day of work.  Another contractor had sprayed herbicide last fall to prepare the rows for the seedlings.  Leeds Stewardship Coordinator Martin Streit arranged this project through the Ontario Government’s 50 Million Trees Program, one of Mr. McGuinty’s green initiatives.  The program runs for another twelve years, offering installed seedlings to landowners at very advantageous prices.

Donna O’Connor dropped by with a half-bag of white spruce and a few blight-resistant butternuts left over from another Leeds Stewardship project.  These 200 trees took me four days to plant with a shovel, though they are all growing nicely now.

I have gotten a lot better with my electric sprayer after a losing some little walnut trees to overspray mishaps last year.  Mom or Bet now drives the Ranger and I walk along beside with the wand in one hand and a plastic deflector in the other.

Saturday evening on the way in from a fishing trip I discovered the downside of a spring of landscaping and mowing with a tractor. As I approached my slip in Newboro an untidy patch of weeds lurked in my way.  Without much thought I swung the stern of the Springbok in to chew the weeds up and blow them out into the bay.  “Clunk.”  Just a little clunk, nothing like the “SMASH! SMASH! SMASH!” which comes when I whack a rock with the blade of the bush hog, but it was sufficient.  That little deadhead ripped a chunk out of my prop, so I had to haul the boat out for repairs.  I must remember in the future not to confuse an outboard motor with a bush hog.

One of the most splendid public institutions in Eastern Ontario is the Experimental Farm in Ottawa.  Originally conceived as a model farm to demonstrate developments in agriculture such as winter wheat, the farm has continued to fulfill its mandate long after progress should have passed it by.  The farm is the city’s jewel, an outpost of spacious greenery in a bustling urban landscape.

Walnut grower Neil Thomas has accumulated data on most stands of black walnuts in Eastern Ontario, and in his opinion the trees on Experimental Farm property near the Civic Hospital are the best he has seen.  I dropped by to gather some seed after a morning appointment.  Staff encourage the gathering of nuts from these trees, and Ottawa friends have reported seeing tree lovers stuffing the green nuts into shopping bags and baskets, laying in their supply for winter while the squirrels scold from above.

After filling all of the grocery bags I could find in my vehicle, I decided to venture over to the Arboretum in search of a shagbark hickory.  Leeds County Stewardship Coordinator  Martin Streit found one in our woodlot, but it’s a small, scrawny specimen, locked in a death struggle with a towering walnut and unlikely to survive.  Martin told me about the edible nuts this strain of hickory produces, so I thought I might try to plant a few if I could find seeds.

Not quite knowing where to look, I did the logical thing:  I flagged down a golf cart and asked the driver.  She directed me to the Friends of the Experimental Farm building, in the Arboretum just off the traffic circle south of Dow’s Lake.  I wandered through a corridor of offices until someone looked out an open door.  I asked if they had any shagbark hickory in the area.  Blank look.  An obvious language problem.  I had no idea how to translate my request, but the pleasant-looking middle-aged man turned to the younger man beside him with a quizzical look. “Carya, I think. Let me look it up.”  With me in tow he dashed down the corridor to a sort of closet, where he started rifling through a set of index cards.  “Yep, carya ovata, not carya cordiformis. There’s one just outside, across the parking lot.  Would you like me to show you?”

Away we went out a side door, and across an open space to a beautifully manicured park with a large shagbark hickory as its centerpiece.  The man looked at a tag implanted in the bark on an ingenious spring system anchored by two long brass screws.  It listed the tree’s Latin name, as well as the translation into the vulgate, “shagbark hickory” and the year of the tree’s planting.

I asked how often it produces seeds.  The guy didn’t know, but pulled down an overhanging branch and showed me some.  “Go ahead and pick any you can reach.  Check back with me if you need anything.”  I offered my surprised thanks, and away he went.

Pockets bulging with hickory nuts, I stumbled back across the parking lot, only to encounter the lady on the golf cart again.  I thanked her for the directions and asked if they had any butternuts with seeds in the Arboretum.  She gave directions to a couple of trees, but saw my blank look every time she used the word “walk”.  Hey, my pockets were bulging with hickory nuts!

Before long we were gliding over the lawns in an electric, four-passenger Club Car, her personal ride at the Experimental Farm, where she is a head hand, Ornamental Gardens division.  To my dismay I have lost her name.  (Madam, if you read this, please post a comment with your name, and that of the other guy, O.K?  I need them for a Review Mirror column. Thanks.)  Down a grassy hill we zoomed, fetching up at the bottom next to a small aesculus glabra, or Ohio Buckeye.  That’s American for a chestnut, I guess.  I picked up a nut on the ground.  She nodded, so I tore the thick, spongy husk away, to reveal a bright, chestnut-coloured, uh, chestnut.  Cool.  She told me you can eat them, as long as you don’t overdo it, at which point they become poisonous because of the high concentration of tannin in the nut.

Off we went on our quest for the perfect caryocar nuciferum, or butternut tree.  She stopped at two more carya ovata to show me how the young ones grow.

Conversation veered to heartnuts, so the cart took a detour through a tall stand of spruces to the juglans section.  I knew that one.  Juglans nigra is the black walnut.  What I hadn’t known is how many subspecies of black walnut they have growing at the Arboretum.

A large juglans ailantifolia – that’s a heartnut – graced a small knoll next to a dwarf black walnut and a magnificent full-sized black walnut planted in 1885, according to the tag on the trunk.

I explained my desire to learn how to graft heartnut branches onto black walnut rootstock.  My guide led me to believe that it might not be hard to time my grafting with some pruning of the heartnut tree at the Arboretum.

Off to the butternut tree.  We passed below a tall bluff with a carefully maintained grassy slope to the river below.  Sitting on the railing of a parking lot at the top of the hill were a number of dog owners, tossing frizbees and tennis balls down the slope for their eager retrievers who didn’t mind at all having to race up and down the steep hill.  The Arboretum has a leashes-optional policy and the dog owners flock to the exquisite park with their charges.

We arrived at the butternut tree and lo and behold, there were butternuts on the ground under it!  I’d never seen this many butternuts in one place before in my life.  The squirrels nab them first thing in our area.  I guess the grays in the park have so many hickories they haven’t had time yet for butternuts.  Whoever mowed the lawn had kindly moved a good quantity of the nuts into a pile out of the way next to the trunk

My guide encouraged me to take them and plant them, so I headed back up the hill to the office and my vehicle with a bagful of butternuts for seed, as well as the hickories, two buckeyes, and one pecan.

My V.I.P. tour of the Arboretum could hardly have been more pleasant or informative.  This large, friendly park is truly the jewel in the crown of Ottawa’s green spaces, and I encourage tree-lovers to visit frequently.

This week I have skidded a number of smaller black walnut logs out of the woodlot as I found them during the walnut harvest.  They had sat where they fell for two summers after the improvement cut of the winter of 2006-2007.  When I unloaded them off the trailer the bark peeled easily and thus the moderate scuffing on one end from dragging behind the loader did not amount to a problem for George Sheffield and his band mill.

The surprise was when we cut the first slabs.  Generally a walnut log shows a distressing band of bright white sapwood on the first cut, and it seems to go half-way through the log.  Not so with these specimens which had sat for two summers.  The sapwood was barely detectable.  George speculated that the pigments must blend or else the white pigment fades over time if the logs aren’t sawn immediately.

The logs sawed very easily and produced fine, straight boards and planks.  It’s not hard to see why cabinetmakers regard walnut as the king of the cabinet woods.  My immediate objective was to get some material from which to build a bannister for the stone house.  We cut three 2 1/4″ planks from one log which should fill the bill, though I don’t know if Bet will wait three years for them to dry or if I’ll have to bang out a temporary railing out of pine.

Picking walnuts

September 17, 2008

Just in from another serene two-hour session picking walnuts.  Third day in a row.  I like it as well as fishing. It’s harmless, good exercise, non-capital-intensive*, and it’s fun as long as I don’t think about the laughable dollar value of the crop.  Maybe the Canadian way will be to get a grant to do the actual paying <grin>.

Update:  October 15,  2008

I’m still picking walnuts.  After taking a trailer-load to Neil for hulling I planned to get on with other work, but I keep drifting back to the woodlot, and before long another oil drum is full.  The fitness aspect cannot be ignored:  I can now fill an oil drum with nuts picked from the ground as easily as I could a tub when the season began.  It’s nice back there in the woods, and the work is anything but stressful.

This morning I spent a couple of hours developing a new process for separating the shells from cracked nuts.  I’ll write more on this after I’ve consulted my stakeholders, but I’m quite pleased with myself at the moment.

*Update: October 1, 2008

I may have spoken too soon about the lack of capital intensity required for walnut picking. Somehow in the last few days I have obtained a new Polaris Ranger TM, presumably the better to enable me to haul walnuts back to the house.

Update:  Sept 28th, 2008

I must be getting into better condition.  I picked an oil drum full of nuts today without undue strain.

Production was helped by a series of heavy drops from four isolated trees.  The only thing the trees had in common was a pool of guano underneath the heavily-bearing branch on each.  I guess Zeke the red tailed hawk hasn’t gotten any better at his landings:  he’s shaking the nuts off the trees when he stops.  There are no, repeat no, squirrels in evidence.  Zeke’s rule is law.

Toads and tree frogs abound on the forest floor.

With about three oil-drums of nuts ready for hulling, it’s really time to think about finding a market for the product.  There will be lots of seed walnuts ready for December planting from this harvest.

I also have a couple of bushel of last year’s nuts all ready for cracking, and will consider offers for the whole nuts from gourmet cooks and pastry chefs.  Black walnuts impart an exquisite flavour to cookies and other baked goods.

Update:  Sept 18th, 2008

For the second day I have run across a good walnut log felled by the crew who did the improvement cut in the winter of 2007.  This makes two clear logs over 16′ which I have found in remote parts of the stand.  Neither is very large at the top, maybe 9″ versus 12″ at the butt, but I should be able to get enough material to build a good bannister for the stone house out of them.  It actually only takes one long two by four, but I’m confident I’ll want many oversized pieces from which to make my selection on something as central as a bannister.  The Massey Harris 35 doesn’t usually get treated as roughly as this, but I muscled it over a few logs and brush piles, then dragged the logs backwards up a slight rise by lifting the butt end by a chain attached to the hook on the loader.  At the worst possible location today the transmission locked in reverse, but it wiggled into first without much trouble.

The logging costs nothing but time and wear on the old Massey Ferguson, but it produces valuable lumber.  Of course I wouldn’t have found the logs without going into the grove looking for walnuts, so perhaps I should revise my position on the uneconomic nature of the nut harvest.  The incidental catch of lumber is quite good.

Note to visitors:

The actual purpose of this blog is to disseminate information about the culture of black walnuts, so please feel free to ask questions by entering comments in the space below each article. I’m no expert, but Neil Thomas is, and we have access to the library and the many years of experience of the Northern Nutgrowers Association, as well.

Rod

Neil

May 14th the new seedlings started popping up. They are still at it in the new field. Some of the early ones lost some leaves to a late frost, as did the new plantings of resistant butternut, but all have recovered from the setback.

I checked your earlier response in which you indicated that normal sprouting time is early to mid-June. I’m wondering if the early risers are from cracked nuts from last fall’s runs through the huller before the tolerances were set correctly. I tried to sort the damaged nuts out, but it proved too time-consuming, so I just dropped them into the ground along with the others.

Almost none showed signs of mould, most likely due to my use of toxic levels of potassium metabisulfide. To check for the viability of cracked nuts, I guess the only thing would be to dig up the seeds in a non-producing hill and see if they are 1) cracked and spoiled or 2) intact and goofing off, waiting for next year or 3) intact and slow to sprout.

After the Eureka! moment, of course, one must stop to ponder the potential value of early-sprouting nuts.

Much growth this week with the heavy rains and warm weather.

Rod

Update: June 13, 2008

A drive over most of the new plantation showed that about 90% of the hills have one or two seedlings growing at the moment, though some are little red shoots and others are sizable plants which already dwarf the yearlings transplanted in early in the season to replace seeds stolen by squirrels. At this point I’d have to say that the fertility of the cracked kernels is no longer in question. How vital the sprouts turn out to be is another question.

As usual, the grays didn’t take many of the nuts far. About six feet from the hills, lots of volunteer seedlings are growing right where I need to mow.

The apple and pear trees in the orchard are loaded, as are two young walnut trees adjacent to them. The older trees nearer to the woodlot are less willing to commit this early. I had noticed that last year and concluded they were taking the year off, but they produced good, late crops.

Update: June 18, 2008

With the aid of Joseph Booth, a summer visitor, I filled the empty hills in the new field with transplanted sprouts from hills with an extra seedling. After a steady overnight rain the ground was nice and damp, so we took advantage of the weather and put in a total of three hours at the task. There are still many hills with double sprouts, but there are very few now without any.

Just wait: in another week I’ll be writing here complaining that I now have a lot of hills with three walnuts growing out of them. Some hills in the display field have up to five seedlings, after last year’s overplanting. My mayhem with the string trimmer had little long-term effect upon the extra seedlings, though it did reduce numbers somewhat for the display at the plowing match. Roundup or transplantation will take care of them eventually.

Anybody want a hundred or so seedlings for immediate transplant? They’re healthy little devils.

Update July 3, 2008:

The Roundup burn in the new plantation is now complete, and the seedlings have recovered from the minor setback. I sprayed a 3′ square around each seedling. Afterward, a few low-lying leaves grew black and spotted and the overall size and strength of the plants seemed to diminish for a week or so. They seemed less green and vibrant as the vegetation around them dwindled and died. Now they’re coming back with new growth, though, and looking stronger (though less pretty) than before. Some sprouts are still rising. In the whole field I don’t think I killed a single walnut, so my skill with the backpack sprayer seems to have improved.

To date only one of Joseph’s transplants has died: it was in the lowest point of the back field and it flooded out during heavy rains. The rest appear nearly as lively as the other seedlings near them.

Update August 4, 2008:

The new sprouts seem to have done their growing for this year, as few are showing much new growth even though they are receiving abundant rainfall. I suspect the plants are devoting their energy to root development, though, as at some point the seedlings develop the tap roots and become much more difficult to transplant. Last year in late August the seedlings responded to my watering efforts with new growth after a lull at this time of year, but then the crusted snow last winter broke most of the new stems off and they had to start again anyway.

The seeds planted in the fall of 2005 are growing very well this year, with the odd one exceeding six feet in height now. Perhaps because of the rapid growth, the branches are very brittle, and I have to mow very carefully around the larger plants lest I break their limbs.

The middle-aged walnut trees in and around the woodlot are now showing substantial nut development on most trees. As usual, I see no nuts on the butternuts.

They’re sprouting!

May 15, 2008

It seems early yet, but some of last fall’s walnut seeds are just raising their heads today after last night’s light rain. The Roundup-cleared spots in the southward-facing field must collect more sunlight than the grassy turf of earlier years. Now if the crows don’t decide they enjoy walnut salad, we may be all right. The black birds are spending a suspicious amount of time on the ground in the five-acre plot, but so far I think they’re just eating bird’s eggs and gorging on earthworms.

One thing I learned for sure during this spring’s transplants: Roundup doesn’t harm earthworms. Every shovelful of earth from the defoliated patches was full of big, healthy crawlers. Maybe they come to the clear spots for the nightlife.

The Queen’s biology students studying robins on the property have complained of widespread egg predation, even to the point that two of their painted plaster eggs had turned up missing. This afternoon when checking for sprouts I found one of the dummy eggs in a hole on top of a walnut. Further examination of other planting sites revealed other eggshells on top of walnuts. It seems the crows like these ready-made egg cups created when I forced walnuts into the soft ground last fall.

Once again I can thank the squirrels for a new project. So far I have replaced the two most western rows in the new field, and an area six rows by four at the northwestern corner. Today I concentrated on the effects of recent raids upon the southwestern corner. All in all, that would be (so far) 97 seedlings transplanted to repair damage from gray and red squirrels since last fall. That’s a lot of work.

Regular squirrel patrols have produced plenty of hawk-bait. Except for one case where I ran out of ammunition in a duel with a feisty red who seemed to know how to duck, the .22 has proven a permanent solution in the case of each individual squirrel. Last fall Rhonda Elliot told me that if I hung the carcasses from fence posts the hawks would take them and come back for more — and take over my patrolling duties, I hoped. So far no hawks have shown an interest.

On the other hand, Queen’s graduate student Susie Crowe showed a brief but intense interest when she came nose-to-nose with one of my trophies as she walked the fencerows locating robin nests.

The lack of success of the .22 calibre solution became evident when I checked my live traps today. The grays have adapted again. I never see them now, but the nuts are still disappearing at a steady rate. They wait for me to leave. Mom told me last week that my truck is no sooner over the hill than the front yard at the house is alive with grays.

So it was time for guile. I distinctly remember orienting the live traps in an east-west direction so that I could check them with a glance from the north. This morning I noticed that one trap had been turned, so I figured at last I had caught a gray squirrel in the new Hav-A-Hart. Alas, it was not to be. Apparently I had placed the baited trap on top of a couple of seed walnuts which the squirrel wanted, so he simply moved the trap out of the way, dug out the three nuts in the hill, ignored the dozen excellent nuts in the trap, and scuttled happily back into the woods. The rodent even left the empty shells on the ground at the scene of the crime.

Grays are too smart for traps. The only time I have used this Hav-A-Hart successfully on a gray was last year when I sewed a walnut onto a string and suspended it above the trip-plate in the trap. A young gray spent so much time standing looking at this mystery that I went and got my gun and shot him.

Anyway, I have now transplanted most of the extra seedlings from other hills in the plantation. The ground has been soft and they came out neatly in a shovel-full of earth, which I then placed in the new hole. Last summer’s seedlings are very easy to dig up and move. The 2nd-year stems have larger root systems and a deep root, but the tap seems to come up largely intact with the shovel, so I hope they will survive. Three-year-old stems are too large to transplant without major root damage.

I’ll monitor the transplants for this season and the next. That should provide some useful information about transplant survivability, with no thanks to the squirrels who made it all possible.

The heavy snow at last melted from the edge of the newly-planted walnut field, so I examined the hills for surviving nuts in the rows next to the woodlot.  Many of the seeds were missing in the outer row, and the predation had moved in a full five rows at the northwestern corner of the field, next to a red squirrel hideout.  A total of 32 hills had been wiped out by squirrels.

I began armed patrols and shortly had reduced the predators by three reds, one chipmunk (no kidding, they’re relentless nut-thieves), and one very crafty gray.

That has slowed the bleeding.  Yesterday I started transplanting yearling seedlings from the display field, where they were growing in groups of up to five stems per hill after 2006’s remarkably successful seeding frenzy.

At first I moved plants to fill the gaps in the display field only, but when the gaps ran out I loaded the back of the golf cart up with a half-dozen shovels-full of sod (containing a seedling in each), and ran them down the hill to the raided areas in the new field where similar holes awaited them.  I wouldn’t think the trees were out of the ground for longer than two or three minutes, tops, and the ground is moist.

Three-year-old saplings don’t want to move, and even two-year-olds can’t be dug up without cutting off or tearing out the main root.  Last year’s seeds seem to come out well in a shovel-full, though.

While I haven’t named the individuals I moved to new homes, their size and the disturbed sod should make their continued study relatively easy.  From what I saw last year in the garden, I suspect the yearling seedlings will survive and the others will die by July.

More on this later.  Patrols continue.  I saw a nice harrier today, and hope it will help.

Oh, BTW:  the weekend highlight was the sight of three white swans flying low over the house.  Those are some birds!

The Heartnut Buzz Begins

December 12, 2007

Nut fanciers might wish to check out Ron Eade’s article in the food section (E1) of The Ottawa Citizen today. He interviews a chocolatier about heartnuts.

Now if Robin Lee would only decide to market a walnut cracker in the Lee Valley Tools Christmas Catalogue next year, the stage would be set for the growth of Heartnuts and native Black Walnuts as viable gourmet choices on the Canadian market.

http://www.canada.com/ottawacitizen/news/food/story.html?id=60327175-13f8-4967-b8e5-f6a5e4501cef&p=1