Tuesday, 13 August 2013

Bee and Wasp Stings


Does it bug you as much as it bugs me when people start screaming, flailing and scattering at the first sign of a stinging insect?  It sure annoys me.  So I did a bit of research..........

And here are some of my conclusions:

Prevention of stings lies in identifying your bug and knowing what to do about it.  A honey bee sting produces the worst response because it injects considerably more venom than wasps.  A wasp is much much more likely to sting than a hornet.....forget about the myths about hornets.

First of all, flailing arms about in the air is NOT a good idea. Most of these members of the hymenoptera family of insects don't sting unless threatened so if you accidentally hit the insect while throwing your arms around, you are more likely to be stung. The precautionary approach is to either ignore the insect or get up and leave, quietly informing others in your vicinity.

Identifying the insect?

The most common stingers around Wynyard are yellow jackets - a 1.3 cm long wasp with prominent yellow stripes on its body. It is fairly aggressive in protecting itself and its nest. If a yellow jacket perceives a threat it will sting and release anywhere between 2 and 15 micrograms of toxin into the skin. It also gets bored quickly so when people are eating outside, hiding any dishes that might attract wasps, sitting still while one is exploring and waiting for it to leave (unnerving as it might be) will leave everyone unbitten. (Swatting air at it is ok but be careful not to strike it.)

A honey bee is less aggressive, same size but fatter than a wasp with dull yellow stripes - if it stings, it cannot withdraw its weapon - leaving the stinger, parts of the muscles and its lower bowel behind. It dies shortly thereafter. Release of the stinger sends a pheromone into the air to attract other bees to the scene of its death, so move away quickly even if you are not the victim. The person who is stung should change any clothing that was in contact with the bee as the pheromone might be on them.

Bumblebees are a larger (about 2 cm long) and even more passive version of the honey bee; it is safe to watch them gather nectar from a flower garden.

A hornet is less common, larger, almost 2.5 cm long, thin-bodied and rather passive - they are big vicious-looking insects that occasionally find their way into warm parked cars. They need considerable provocation to use their stingers which contain about the same amount of toxin as a wasp.

The actual venom contain enzymes (hyaluronidases) that break down cellular membranes, melittin which stimulates an inflammatory response and some histamine releasing agents.

The first sign of being stung is intense pain. Within an hour, swelling around the sting site, usually about 2 - 4 cm in diameter, occurs followed by intense itchiness. Scratching the site increases the swelling. Both swelling and itch last about five days. The amount of swelling varies with the amount of toxin injected and the location on someone's body - stings on faces, especially on eyelids as well as fingers, inner wrists and ankles all have the potential to swell dramatically.

Ice, applied as soon as possible after the sting is most important to decrease the size of reaction. The first hour of pain provides the victim with time to remove rings, earrings and watches from the vicinity of the sting. Application of various forms of pastes of turmeric, tobacco, salt, meat tenderizer, aspirin, garlic,and baking soda, or liquids like vinegar, urine and diluted ammonia do not “neutralize” the toxins but decrease pain by distraction and probably prevent the victim from scratching. Some people place a copper coin over the site. The only thing that actually works to reduce the size of reaction is the application of ice.

Stingers of bees contain about 50 micrograms of toxin and contain barbs that pull it further into the skin. The stinger must be removed from the skin - quickly and without squeezing because it continues to release toxins. Usually simply scraping the surface with the edge of an ordinary table knife will work. If not, use tweezers close to the skin or simply pick it out trying not to squeeze it.

One person in ten will experience a very large local reaction - the entire arm might swell from a single sting! These people benefit from taking an antihistamine as soon after receiving the sting as possible.

About 1 person in 50 has a life-threatening reaction to bee stings called an anaphylactic reaction. Anaphylaxis signals itself with a sense of a rapid heart beat, feeling that airways are closing in on the breathing tubes and feeling faint. Unfortunately, these are the same signs as for a panic attack which is not life threatening. There is not really time to differentiate so someone experiencing these symptoms should be taken to the hospital. It is false reassurance to think you are safe if you have never reacted before because anaphylaxis can occur after the 2nd or 52nd sting. According to US research there is no relationship between having allergies in general and anaphylaxis from bee stings. Of the 8000 people who died in a ten year study of the mid-Western US, half had never reacted to stings before their final bee encounter.

If you have had an anaphylactic reaction, you should carry your epi-pen during the summer. If you live more than thirty minutes from an emergency room or ambulance, you might want to keep an “epi-pen” at your house and learn how to use it.

Final word: Learn to recognize your stinging insects. Apply ice as soon as possible after a sting. Take an antihistamine - first choices are benadryl and chlortripolon every four hours for the first twenty-four hours, especially if you have had previous large reactions. If the bite is on a sensitive area, expect swelling. But, most important, unless you are unfortunate enough to have stepped on the insect or nest, chill out and let the insect go about its business of stocking up on food. Unlike the insects like mosquitoes and horse flies, it really has no interest in you.



Monday, 5 August 2013

Canadian Quakers and First Nations' Peoples

Canadian Yearly Meeting this year occurs in Eastern Ontario and we are sad that we cannot attend.  So we decided to have friends visit us here on the farm in the Touchwood Hills.

Quaker meetings from across Canada were reminded that CFSC is encouraging discernment on two important topics, one of which is called “Repudiating the doctrine of Discovery”. (The other is on biological engineering.)  In light of the work that CFSC has done over the years, a statement on this is long over-due.

Quakers were at the stand-offs at Grassy Narrows over mercury poisoning, have been dedicated to the plight of the Lubicon in Alberta over oil exploration, concerned with the tar sands effect on people who live there, have tried on both sides of the 49th to get Leonard Peltier out of prison, annually attended the Working Group on Indigenous Peoples as the charter of rights was developed (were able to persistently tackle governments especially Canadian) and stood with the Anishnabe at their latest standoffs.  (Facetiously I wonder if the connection was all due to the awareness by Quaker women that women of the Five Nations Confederency had more rights and status and white women!)

If you are interested in some of what's coming down, here's a start:

Please find:

Draft statement and resource package on the Doctrine of Discovery:


Joint statements from United Nations Permanent Forum on Indigenous Issues

Jennifer Preston, program associate for Quaker Aboriginal Affairs Committee attended the Forum in New York, 20-31 May 2013, which brought together more than 2,000
Indigenous participants from all over the world.

CFSC supported a number of partners in making the following joint statements:


Study on the extent of violence against
Indigenous women and girls http://bit.ly/18zftKL

Implementation of the UN Declaration on
the Rights of Indigenous Peoples http://bit.ly/13Z3B3z

However, we will try to put into action the very proposals made by Quakers - we will have a day, August 21st, when we will talk about why the Doctrine of Discovery was so unjust.

(If you are on facebook, the Idle No More site has links to a multitude of First Nations' activist sites.)

Tuesday, 16 July 2013

Our Chicken


Our Chicken

We have 27 chickens in the coop. And six ducks. We ordered 30 chickens but one died before we picked them up in Watson; one drowned due to our negligence (we left a pail of water uncovered). The 28th chicken is not in the coop.

It is in our house. About a month after the chickens arrived at our house, one developed gimpy legs. At first Bill assumed that it had injured its legs on the chicken wire around the coop. It seemed to sit for awhile and then fall over when it tried to walk. He and Beth arranged a trough for chicken seed and feed and a small dish for water. They arranged it in a tub upon hay and shavings.

I had been away for awhile but when I returned I was asked to put my diagnostic skills to work. They were limited for chickens but I seemed to remember that when Mom and Dad had chickens in '48 - '51 they sometimes had chickens that succombed to some sort of leg paralysis. Using our friendly internet, I discovered Markan's disease - a viral illness that seemed to affect the nerves to the legs and sometimes the wings. There were no suggestions for treatment - if even termination.

Our Chicken seems quite interested in surviving. It has endured incredible stress for a chicken - daily handling by humans, “diaper” changings, confined to a sling, practically hand fed and watered, forced movement of the paralyzed legs. It has not gained much weight. It does poop a lot

What are the likely outcomes of this experiment? It involves a commitment of time and a bit of a learning curve.

Options are to keep caring for it, expose it to the elements (and whatever animal uses it for food) or deliberately euthanize it. It would seem logical to feed it until it gained weight and slaughter it for lunch - but should we eat an animal that has been ill?

Our Chicken can mew like a cat. It tells us when it needs more feed. It goes wild for uncooked beef and the offal of its own kind. It tolerated having its rear end clipped short - poop gets stuck in the feathers. Yesterday I put vaseline to protect the naked skin.

So far, the amount of work required has been balanced by the amount of interest derived. But it could wear thin.  Options (and other feedback) gratefully received.

Thursday, 11 July 2013

Ticked Off


There is nothing quite like the creepy feeling as a tick crawls on your body looking for a place to set up its drilling rig. For the first time in two and a half decades of dealing with ticks, this year many of their bites resulted in welts.  We used to conduct 'tick checks" before the kids went to bed - they never seemed to get welts.

 It was time for me to do some research. The internet, of course. A review of literature revealed that there was very little good data about “our” local wood ticks, the Dermacentor variabilis or “Dog Tick”. So I tapped another resource, a listserv run by the Society of Rural Physicians of Canada. Thanks to my colleagues from across Canada and especially those from the prairie provinces, the answers here are a summary of what rural doctors had to say:

Q. WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO REMOVE TICKS?

A. The quickest and surest is to hold the body of the tick between thumb and forefinger and perform a quick twist-pull with the wrist. Tweezers and needle-nose plyers are good second choices applying the same wrist movement. There is a little gadget on the market that can be slid under the tick to “pop” it off (I haven't seen it but I am told that it is sold in camping supplies).

Methods such as soaking an attached tick with vaseline, rubbing alcohol, or witch hazel work but take more time. Applying a lighted match or cigarette to the tick is probably more likely to cause damage to the victim although it will kill the tick (the theory that the “tick backs into the heat” is absurd).

Q. WHAT ABOUT THE MOUTH PARTS AND THE HEAD? WHAT if THEY ARE LEFT BEHIND?

A. Not one doctor reported heads being left behind after removal of the tick by any method. (In our house, we always check to see that there is a piece of skin in the jaws of the removed insect. A useless exercise because we don't do anything if we don't see skin.) The idea that the “heads migrate” is likely false; in spite of the widespread prevalence of the belief, no physician reported this finding.

To our knowledge, we have not had any mouth parts left behind. But if we did, a dermatologist stated that “Retained mouth parts would be very small and cause a minor irritation. The body would deal with them by literally dissolving them.”

Q. WHAT CAUSES THE ITCH AND WELT?

A. Ticks inject a local anaesthetic when they attach which is why we usually don't feel the attachment. They also inject a blood thinner so that the blood can be more easily sucked up. Either could cause a tissue reaction (like hives or mosquito bites) but the local anesthetic is probably the culprit. It is a neurotoxin and is injected in different amounts which explains the variability of the skin reactions.

It is not known whether the length of time that the tick was attached or the method of releasing the tick has any effect upon the development of a welt.

Q. WHAT DISEASES ARE TRANSMITTED BY TICKS?

A. Our local ticks are not disease vectors. Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever, and a Progressive Paralysis occur, as the name implied, largely in the Mountains. Lyme Disease is coming from Eastern Canada and the USA and is carried by the deer or black-legged tick which is about half the size of the dog tick. Know your ticks; know the signs of the disease.

Although no physician reported seeing an infected bite, the itch could cause such scratching that the broken skin could get infected.

Q. WHAT ABOUT PETS?

Ticks are very annoying to large animals like horses or cattle, especially when the tick is engorged. Cats usually clean them off by themselves. Dogs need a little help; the neurotoxic effect can result in centimetre wide denuded areas with fairly significant scabs. The scabs, even when they are piled up, are not mouth parts or heads and do not need to be removed.

ON A PERSONAL NOTE:

This spring for the month of June in the Touchwood Hills Southwest of Wynyard, we removed up to seven ticks a day using the “finger-pinch” method. Not all bites resulted in welts but, when they did, the itch was unbearable. One “bite” left a huge area on my lower leg looking and feeling much like an infection - reddened and hot (cellulitis). It was gone the next morning.

When we remove ticks, we put them in a small “tick jar” containing rubbing alcohol - notoriously hard shelled, they are otherwise difficult to kill. A hammer on a hard surface works, as does the judicious application of a pair of plyers.

Prevention is key. The following precautions work: wear long pants tucked into socks plus long- sleeved shirts, tight collars and cuffs. Wrap a scarf around your neck. For exposed skin, use DEET. Don't walk in tall grass.

There were a lot of myths and misinformation uncovered in looking for scientific research about the “dog tick” and I suspect they will continue to abound. With respect to the “migrated head” story, if anyone has or suspects that they might have a bonifide “migrated” head under his or her skin, please call me. To show my appreciation, I'll make a house call!

Monday, 20 May 2013

Animal Encounters


Encounters with animals

We live a goodly distance from everywhere so it should not be surprising that we have wild animals in our lives.

The morning that our friend Jan died, a crane flew up from the pond and sat on the top of the spruce tree outside our living room window. We were sitting at the table dining before driving to Jan's home. The three of us said, “Cranes never sit in our spruce trees.”

This crane was having such a difficult time balancing that it was clearly not its preferred perch either. We could not help linking the strange behaviour of the bird to the spirit that was leaving Jan. A messenger of the spirit.

That same summer and before Jan's memorial, I had a personal encounter that also seemed to be somehow connected - perhaps because so many things become highly significant in the “crack-in-everything” time.

It was my habit that summer to go for a 45 minute bike ride daily; sometimes my route took me along the North side of the tree line on the West quarter. I was pumping the pedals pretty good, the dog was running on my left side, when I became aware that a young doe had lined up with me on my right side.

We travelled together, me peddling, her lightly loping, the dog running, for about 120 meters - quite a distance - during which time the doe and I had the opportunity to look into one another's eyes. I don't think that I saw fear in her eyes; it seemed to be more like surprise. In any case, I wanted to hold the sensation of that link - running and riding together - as long as I could. As much as one could do on the halfway mark of a 45 minute bike ride, I was holding my breath.

Suddenly - I don't know whether the dog noticed the deer or the deer saw the dog - the deer lept forward, bounded across the trail in front of me and into the trees, dog immediately behind her.  Our moment was over.

Out here in the Touchwood Hills, we've had our share of wild animal babies - skunks and racoons have been memorable - and we've had some spectacular scenes - a flotilla of 12 pelicans lined up across the pond, a congregation of eagles parked in trees along Elving Lane, a herd of elk on Elving's old field. We've had birders leg-banding horned owls on our property.

In spite of our cats, birds build nests around the house so we get to have visits from song sparrows, hummingbirds, canaries, goldfinches and others. On occasion we've had bird-human encounters. One winter, some chickadees came out to the snow covered garden where I was pruning fruit trees to harass me until I came to the house and filled their feeders. They would sit on the branch that I was about to prune and when taking flight zip into my line of vision - not quite but almost into my face. I went to the house and put out food. They left me alone thereafter.

But yesterday took my breath away.

I was doing my physio/yoga on the brick patio in front of our house - just warm enough to have short sleeves. As I was standing, stretching my arms outwards from my sides, I heard a familiar sound at the window above me. The buzz-whirr of a hummingbird. As I stood there regretting the failure to anticipate their return by having feeders prepared and hanging, he flew down to my hand, buzzed around it and then, as I stilled myself, he parked himself on my left wrist. I could not bear to blink as he impudently flashed his iridescent red neckerchief at me. Then into the air and gone.

Wait. Not gone, I only thought he was gone. He hovered over the tip of my fore finger and, to my astonishment, stuck his tongue under the nail! The tiniest of a tickle. Then he went on to the other three fingers. Tickle, tickle, tickle - and this time, he was really gone.

His was the glory, the honour and the awe was mine.


Wednesday, 3 April 2013

Warren's One Bad Egg


One Bad Egg….  written by Warren Bell

The federal government has just spent $5 million dollars on a totally terrific cause. They’ve caught a gang of Evil-Doers, a shadowy organization lurking around the edge of decent society, aiming to pounce on innocent politicians and corporations, eager to disrupt law and order and good governance.

One year ago, the government of Stephen Harper promised to spend $8 million to root out bad charitable organizations who were being “political” – that is, lobbying for changes in government behaviour that the government itself wasn’t ready to support.

Now Metronews-Vancouver reporter Katie Gibbs has found out what happened this year past.

After closely auditing 880 organizations, our Prime Minister and his trusty lieutenants Natural Resources Minister Joe “Tough Guy” Oliver and Environment Minister Peter “Sniff-‘em-Out” Kent have found a pretty bad criminal organization that was “getting political”

What they found was a bunch of doctors, banded together in an organization brazenly called “Physicians for Global Survival” (I mean, who gives a fig about global survival when we’ve got the Oil (Tar) Sands on our side).

And the unspeakable actions this hardy band of rogue physicians were promoting were… well, nothing small potatoes like bombing the Parliament Buildings, or lying down on the train tracks, or naked protest marches.

Physicians for Global Survival were pushing to abolish nuclear bombs, and the uranium industry consortium that supports them.

No wonder they had to go.

And Physicians for Global Survival didn’t stop there. They were advocating for “the prevention of war, non-violent conflict resolution, social justice and a sustainable world.”

They didn’t even bother to hide it. They spelled it out, right in the open – on their website. If you don’t believe me, then go have a look.

You’ll see how really bad these guys are.

What’s more, it turns out that Physicians for Global Survival have been getting away with this kind of evil-doing for over 3 decades – flying under the radar, quietly undermining the work of the beloved military-industrial complex and corporate weapons manufacturers and the uranium industry for (gasp) 32 years – and all these years, previous weak-kneed, lily-livered governments had turned a blind eye.

But no more.

Stevie and Joe and Pete are on the job.

This is a good news story. Physicians for Global Survival have been caught and punished. They’ve been forced to give up their charitable status, and create a whole new organization that promises to never go rogue political again.

Now if they behave, then maybe their new organization can have charitable status and grant tax receipts to donors – as long as they behave.

But there’s more good news.

At the top I mentioned the government had set aside $8 million to catch more bad guys. It’s true. But they’ve only spent $5 million of it. So now Stevie and Joe and Pete can get more bad guys next year – or maybe they’ll just get the old ones all over again. Whatever.

And here’s one further piece of good news. The Fraser Institute, full of good guys who just love to tell it like it is, and appreciate nice donations from good old guys like the Exxon gang, and those Koch brothers who love to have Tea Parties – the Fraser Institute will never be shut down.


All the Fraser Institute does is explain why the government has to do what it does – things like catching evil-doers.

But now, I have to make a confession. I have a big fat conflict of interest.

I was once president of Physicians for Global Survival.

And I’m still a member.

And a supporter.

Sigh…..I’d better go down to the jail-house and turn myself in.

Or maybe…maybe….I’ll just let Stevie and Joe and Pete come and get me.

With those Three Amigos on the trail, it’s only a matter of time.

Thursday, 28 March 2013

Killing feral cats


The recent National Geographic recently published an online discussion about "solving the feral cat problem".  They highlighted a statement made by a former Audubon freelance editor promoting murdering all the wild cats.  It centres around the painful awareness by so many about the numbers of birds killed by "catus" domesticus.

This narrow focus fails to recognize the value of cats.  If all the feral cats were suddenly to disappear by any means, we would be overrun by with mice, rats and other rodents which are their preferred food.  

We live on an acreage more than 26 km from the nearest small town.  Before we acquired a house cat and two garage cats, there were mice running in the ceiling above our bed.  We'd find mouse droppings in the laundry room and even in the pantry!  Having one house cat wasn't enough.  The two garage cats catch the mice as they try to enter.  

The garage cats go out in the morning when the dog is let out.  We put them in again and feed them when the bird feeders are filled.  They spend the rest of the day going in and out - in warmer weather they'll be outside longer.  Birds are very difficult for cats to catch - in cold weather they won't even try - they have to devote enormous energy to endless patient stalking.  Our cats spend hours "tracking" birds and invariably eventually give up and find other amusement.  In the three years that we've had garage cats, we have found evidence of kills only twice.  Our cats stay close to the house, glued to watching their reality T-V, in the sun and sometimes sheltered by the house.  

As the snow disappears, there will be oodles of ground animals, leaves will come out on the trees and the cats won't be interested in climbing.  We think that our windows are a greater hazard to the birds than the cats - if hitting the window doesn't kill the bird, they become stunned and helpless on the ground.  It is actually surprising that we have found only two bundles of coarse wing feathers around the gardens, deck and walkways.

If the cities' feral cats were provided with food, they would continue to hunt their favourite delicacies, the rodents, and largely leave the birds alone.  If they are provided with food, we'd find little evidence of kills.  My recommendation doesn't mean that they should have a balanced diet but rather that they should be fed from restaurant waste, the amount of edible food thrown out by restaurants would be re-cycled!  What is not to like about this plan.

Disclaimer:  I am not opposed to catch, neuter, release programs which I think make a favourable impact on the populations - not only does do the numbers decrease but the remainder look healthier.  Those really skinny females with dugs hanging to the ground look so pitiful desperately hunting for their nursing babies.  You just know that their hormones have forced them to breed repeatedly - unlike housecats, a feral cat has an average lifespan of 3 years. A female will have produced at least 4 litters of 2 - 6 (sometimes more) kittens.  As a farm girl, our family had a cat population that was constantly growing in spite of my parents culling and barnyard life.  One year, a disease spread through our grossly overblown population of 37 cats.  We were all traumatized by it and resolved never to permit that to happen again.  We employed every tool - neutering males, drowning kittens, the occasional "lead poisoning", cyanide, carbon monoxide.  Cats cannot control their own population, like rabbits they increase exponentially.  No one ever considered becoming "catless" - we knew the value of cats.  If we had a barn, we'd have a barn cat.