When things calm down long enough to sit and reflect (and seeing as I am finally hitting the “uncomfortable point” with 7 weeks to go in my own pregnancy, sitting is the position of choice as of late), it reminds me how many things we do on the farm every
day that are completely foreign to those that have never seen it. I’ve been working in livestock barns since I was old enough to walk and talk. Our families’ Christmas cards usually contain as many animals as people.
When you are young on the farm, you are taught how to care for animals and you get to see the results of that care. Working with animals every day, you learn what the signs are for sick, hungry, thirsty, and uncomfortable. I admit I typically take for granted knowing and understanding these signs, and knowing what to do to fix them the best I can everyday. Just because an animal squeals, chews on something, or does something else “odd”, doesn’t necessarily mean something is wrong. Our cows chewed and removed all the insulation out of the garage doors in our new barn. Weird, yes; inhumane, no. Pigs will chew on anything near them. We had to move the locations of the outside hog pens every spring break because the pigs would have destroyed nearly everything in them within a year. I’ve said many times that I talk to the animals (a lot), and they have yet to answer me (thankfully). Until they do, I have to use my knowledge and understanding of the “signs” to do the best I can. I believe that all farmers do the best they can every day. I have yet to meet one that doesn’t.
And, then, one of these undercover videos showing suspected farm animal abuse comes out and I worry consumers aren’t getting the whole story. (see http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/07/18/walmart-christensen-farms-mercy-for-animals-video_n_1683119.html - Farmers are encouraged to leave a comment behind.) When someone abuses any animal, it makes my blood boil as much as the next person, and I’ll wholeheartedly support punishing abuse. Period. But, some things are blown out of proportion. When I step back and think about the things that we do with our animals on the farm, I realize that some of them may seem less than desirable through a different lens. However, we (farmers and consumers alike) both want to provide the best care possible for animals. The same method or production practice may not be the best option for every animal or farm. Each farmer needs to judge for themselves what works best for their farm and animals. There are legitimate reasons for different farm methods Maybe we as farmers don’t do the best job of sharing, showing, and explaining what these methods are, and why we do them. But, that is the goal of the Field Mom program, so that they can see everything we do, ask questions, and get the information from the source of where their food comes from. And, in turn, we as farmers, can see what we do through a different lens, and get a fresh perspective.
Carrie Pollard, MS
Bethany Swine Health Services
Sycamore, IL
New week, same story. This week, temperatures returned to the triple digits putting additional stress to an already weather worn crop. No rain fell for the week although I heard of a rumor of an isolated shower in a small area. Some hay was made since my last report, but it appears some farmers are delaying cutting hay until a shower of rain moves through to assure another growth of alfalfa.
They created and practiced the rain-welcoming song in the van as we drove past corn fields with browning, burnt leaves on a July day. Any green leaves were rolled in defense against the scorching sun. The kids’ performance earned smiles and hugs from Grandma, who spent the previous hour watching rain showers form and fizzle on the radar. The precipitation pattern had dampened our spirits rather than our crops, but the kids made it seem better.
The kids were singing for rain, our church friend forwarded an e-mail praying for rain, and the need for rain molded small talk with business acquaintances. Any acquaintances, really. Signs of a darkening horizon prompted a dash to the computer to watch a light shower pop up and fade away like slow-motion fireworks. Farmers practically memorized the date, quantity and field location of any rainfall.
Last year the USFRA (United States Farmers & Ranchers Alliance) launched Food Dialogues. It is exactly what it says, conversations about food. The people talking are farmers, consumers, scientists, professors, politicians, and modern day Rachel Carsons. This June, Food Dialogues traveled to Los Angeles and tackled the effect pop culture, foodie television, and celebrity chefs have on society’s view of food production. One panel discussed community gardens and another science, technology and food. The latter was my panel. An Illinois corn farmer talking biotechnology in California. (Does that sound like a good idea?)
“Fishing.” Our 6-year-old daughter stated the two syllables with an enthusiastic shoulder shrug when she curled into my lap at 6:35 a.m. one June day. The excitement in the single word near likened the inquisitive suggestion of “presents” on a birthday morning. Instead, she anticipated a planned picnic supper and an evening of fishing at a remote lake with wildflowers nearby.
I can’t tell you how many times our daughter has sketched the sunset, or likened anything colored with fiery orange to it. Or how infrequently our kids play with toys beyond the water launchers, whiffle ball set and diggers in the garden. Among the most joyous farm play: They catch and cuddle grandma’s barn cats, chase our chickens, fish in the boondocks, and let the pigs chew on the tips of their shoes through the fence. They buckle up in the utility vehicle just for a farm ride and eagerly take late spring walks in the woods. Our 4-year-old son mounts and dismounts every tractor and truck in the farm shed, often twice before I generate an ultimatum.
I have a cousin with a big-city, L.A. upbringing who can see the Pacific Ocean from her college dorm room, yet she chooses to spend her Julys on our grandparents’ farm. She fishes, paints the barn, checks cows, picks green beans, plays ball in the farm yard and pokes fun at our traffic count.