Monthly Archives: June 2014

Temporarily stymied by farming.

June 26, 2014

I just stood there. I stared at the full 150-gallon water trough and wondered, “How am I going to move that thing 300 feet to the next paddock for my thirsty cows?”

An experienced farmer would have looked at the situation and immediately pulled from years of similar challenges to come up with three or four possible approaches. A much younger – and stronger – farmer would have applied brawn as well as brain to implement a solution.

But I am neither deeply experienced nor young and strong. I am, like so many new farmers across the US, over the age of 50 and coming to this new career after decades in a very different profession. I was pretty good in my old job, but farming presents tangles and hurdles at every turn. As a sustainable, grass-fed beef farmer, I’ve also taken on the challenge of building a healthy and happy beef herd without the use of grain, growth hormones and sub-therapeutic antibiotics. I’m committed to a tiny hoof print (c).

I’ve come to realize that my most frustrating situations are the physical ones – lifting 50 lb. blocks of salt, 50 lb. bags of alfalfa, and attaching implements to the tractor – things I have to do several times a day. Sometimes I find myself standing still, barely breathing, with my hands in fists at my sides, wondering how to even begin thinking about the problem of the moment.

This morning, my friend Kay posted a poem that helped. (By the way, Kay is a Kentucky cattlewoman, and a new farmer after a full career as a Naval officer.)

Real Work
It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,
And that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings.
Wendell Berry

And so I’m working. That’s good. I figured out how to move the trough to the herd. Now we can all breathe easier.

Sylvia

A day in the life

6:00 AM – As always, MPR’s Cathy Wurzer’s bright voice from the bedside radio let’s me know the world has survived another night and Minnesota is involved in all kinds of activity. Although I now farm in Western Wisconsin, I pulled many of my Minnesota habits with me when I crossed the river. In an hour the radio will automatically switch to Wisconsin Public Radio – new alliances.
6:45 AM – Doing some laundry. In the heat of summer, and when you’re dealing with livestock, sweat, dirt and manure build up on everything. Dave and I often go through two and three changes of clothes in a day. And if we go into town, we’ll clean up and change again into cleaner and tidier jeans and shirts out of respect for the people we’ll meet as we complete errands.
7:45 AM – Moved the herd to a new, small paddock, and set up the fencing for another shift early this afternoon. I wonder how many miles of electric rope I’ve reeled and unreeled in the last four years. Some days, my upper arms ache from winding up rope and pulling up step-in posts.
Filled the water trough. The grass is outstanding this spring thanks the the heavy rains. It’s a pleasure to practice – and continue learning – rotational grazing when conditions are so favorable.
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Experienced ranchers can get up to a 3-pound gain per adult animal per day. It takes lots of know-how to make that target: having the right mix of grasses, herbs and legumes; and, building soil conditions so they deliver the right balance of nutrients to the grass. It means moving the cattle so that they’re eating the grasses when they’re most nutritious – not too young, not to old and woody, and at the time of day when sugars are at the tops of the plants. Managing the grazing so that the cows don’t crop the forage too short, and so that they stomp down the residual grasses well.
So much to learn.
12:30 PM – Just refilled the waterer for the chicks. Third time so far today. At nearly a week old, the 30 Freedom Rangers are nearly twice as big as they were when I picked them up from the Post Office in Clear Lake.
That was a milestone experience: The postal clerk slid the cardboard box across the counter. It was low and wide and filled with lots of air holes. When I picked it up, I could feel the little birds jostling, and I could hear their tiny feet scratching. They peeped as the box rested safely on the seat beside me as I made the 10 minute drive home.
1:15 PM – Time to move the cows and steers to a fresh paddock of grasses, herbs and clovers. Grass is so tall, I’ve got to high-step through it. It feels a bit like snow-shoeing.
1:25 PM – Cows moved. Rain clouds building in the south.
2:00 PM – Time to work on the website and email. Still moving files and lists from my old website to new one. Agony. Makes my brain boil and my neck and shoulders stiff. This work consumers hours and days, and makes me anxious. I’m spending so much time fixing things on the website that I haven’t had time to let customers know there’s beef for sale. But, yes, I’ve got to get the site finished first. One step at at time.
3:00 PM – Time for afternoon tea – sweet tea with 1/2-and-1/2 and sugar. A friend recently shared his recipe for fresh strawberry scones. I feel a daily ritual coming on.
4:29 PM – Quick trip to the bank. Amazing how quickly transactions are accomplished in a small-town bank. Checked the chicks again when I got home – refilled waterer and feeder. Rain coming down hard, again. When will we get the four days of sun needed to cut and bale hay??

Update: Plowing with my keyboard

Grrr, and Happy Anniversary

It’s part of farming – a part that cramps my neck and makes my eyes water from fatigue: computer work.
I’ve been rebuilding this website – From the Bronx to the Barn – for several weeks now. Why so long? Because a website that includes podcasts, automated feeds to iTunes, videos to YouTube and photos to galleries isn’t the easiest thing to construct. At least not for this farmer.

Farming at the computer

Farming at the computer


I’m migrating my website to a new service provider and I’m doing it with unfamiliar software. Yes, I’ve a few bald patches to show for the effort.
Why do this? Because the software platform of my old website is being discontinued, and Dave and I don’t want to miss ways to connect with you. Hopefully, the redesigned website will be easier for you to read and navigate. And, eventually, it’ll be easier for me to post podcasts, share updates and send you invitations to our farm. We hope you’ll come and walk the fields with us.
I also hope you’ll be patient as I continue building this website over the next several weeks. If you see a glitch, please a let me know. And if you’ve got tips, holler!
Thanks for walking this path with us.
Sylvia
sylvia@bullbrookkeep.com

Oh, today is Dave and my wedding anniversary. It’s the absolute highlight of the day!

The reluctant lover

Spring 2014
Farm Update

He called to say he’d be an hour late. A tiny inconvenience, but unavoidable. He’d had to drive to Eau Clare earlier in the day. Fortunately, the breeze was gentle. I didn’t mind standing in the bright sunshine.

When he arrived, he pulled the long trailer up close to the milking parlor and disappeared inside the barn. Five minutes. Not a sound. Ten minutes. Birds sang over the alfalfa field. Fifteen minutes and nothing coming from the barn. What was going on?

I paced, but made sure I stayed away from the barn windows. I didn’t want him to spot me and, perhaps, turn back. Tracy – the truck driver – quickly walked out of the barn, grabbed something out of his truck and marched back into the barn. Now what?

It was still – again.

Then I heard it, the clumping of heavy hooves on metal as Full Throttle, my pure-bred BueLingo bull, reluctantly climbed into the cattle trailer. I’d hired Tracy to haul my bull a few miles down the road. Full Throttle, like all my herd, is a 100% grass-fed bovine raised sustainably and kept close to home so that he remains calm and healthy. He gets no growth hormones and no sub-therapeutic antibiotics. He enjoys sunshine and fresh air every day of the year.

Today was moving day. Time to transfer him from my friend Norm’s farm, where I had boarded him over the winter, to my friend Josh’s farm, where he’d “keep company” with a small herd of Jersey diary cows for a couple of months.

“He just didn’t want to leave the barn,” said Norm. “He’d just close his eyes and turn his back on us.” I took this as evidence of the good treatment he’d enjoyed in Norm’s experienced hands. Thirty years a dairy farmer, Norm now raised a small herd of beef cattle. My bull stayed with the other bachelors – a strategy needed to make sure yearling heifers weren’t bred too young or out of season.

With Full Throttle safe in the roomy trailer, we set off for our three-mile trip. A few minutes later, we pulled into Josh’s Turnip Rock Farm, a sustainable CSA vegetable farm, and a growing organic dairy and cheese operation. It appeared his herd had gotten the memo: the doe-eyed Jersey cows lined the fence, and there was no need to coax my two-year old bull from the trailer. He eagerly stepped into the throng of welcoming ladies. Elvis was in the room.

Bull and dairy cows

My BueLingo bull walks the lane with the Jersey ladies

Beef bull and dairy cows

Full Throttle, BueLingo black and white bull, and Jersey cows

After the initial introductions, Full Throttle walked further into the field and continued to get acquainted with the half-dozen gentle cows. At one point, he stopped and looked back at me as if to say “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

Bull Brook Keep is a small-family, cow-calf farm committed to sustainable and humane livestock breeding and production. Full Throttle will be back on my farm in mid-July to reacquaint himself with his home-based herd.
Sylvia Burgos Toftness
Bull Brook Keep