We harvested rabbit this week, setting aside a couple for ourselves. Rabbit + bacon is always a good thing but when we saw this video we knew we had to try it. Now, he uses pancetta but we’re working with what we’ve got. I can’t just go butcher a pig so I can make some pancetta can I? Well…
He shows how to debone it here:
So we put those videos to work and lunch is in the oven. I’ll let you know how it tastes…if I can make myself waddle over to the keyboard.
Oh, and we have rabbits for sale while they last.
UPDATE: (Later in the day…)
On the seventh day we rested, ate rabbit and it was good.
We initially cooked it on a cookie sheet then, later, broiled it on a broiling pan. That’s the way to go if you want to avoid soggy bacon.
Last week (Wednesday) I drove across Illinois and into my father’s home state of Indiana to attend the Southern Indiana Grazing Conference. My oldest (eldest?) son and I left home at 4:00 in the morning and arrived at 9:30 Indiana time. We were late. I missed the first speaker.
For my more casual readers, this is going to be a boring post. No pictures, just farm geek soil management detail. Rather than bore the reader with the entirety of the notes I took let me introduce the speakers I saw and offer a summary of their main points.
My friend Darby said the first speaker talked about moving commodity beef through an operation. Low profit, volume sales. Buy them young, castrate them early and sell them when you can make a profit.
The next speaker was David Hall of Ozark Hills Genetics. David Hall was worth the trip all by himself. I was late for the first portion of his talk but his second portion discussed selecting for cattle that perform well on fescue as fescue is the dominant grass in the region and it naturally defends itself from overgrazing. From The Fescue Endophyte Story:
Studies with animals consuming endophyte-infected fescue have shown the following responses in comparison to animals grazing non-infected fescue: (1) lower feed intake; (2) lower weight gains; (3) lower milk production; (4) higher respiration rates; (5) higher body temperatures; (6) rough hair coats; (7) more time spent in water; (8) more time spent in the shade; (9) less time spent grazing; (10) excessive salvation; (11) reduced blood serum prolactin levels; and (12) reduced reproductive performance. Some or all of these responses have been observed in numerous studies in dairy cattle, beef cattle, and sheep consuming endophyte-infected pasture, green chop, hay and/or seed.
Hall reinforced the lessons I gleaned from various books on selection traits for building a herd. In short, select cows that breed back within a defined window. You may leave the bull in for more than 45 days to see that all cows are bred but sell cows that don’t calve in the first 45 days of your breeding window. Those cows that breed back early and often are able to perform on fescue. He also had a slide suggesting that cows don’t show a profit until the 3rd or 4th calf. Optimal economic return is in years 8-11 for commercial cow/calf operations. Finally, he suggested you keep heifer calves that wean a little light. Calves in the 450-500 pound range tend to be long-lasting cows. Calves that wean above that have trouble breeding back, according to his records.
Someone in the audience asked, “Why don’t you just rip out the fescue and plant more palatable annual grasses?” He responded saying his neighbors (primary customer base) have fescue. If he is selecting for high performance on a poor forage base he’ll be providing bulls that perform well anywhere.
The next speaker was Jay Fuhrer on Integrating Livestock to Work Within Your System. In short, he was rotating livestock into crop ground to build soil. He offered lists of cover crops they use in North Dakota to provide a winter forage base for the cattle. They keep the cows on pasture during 48″ snowfalls (since the snow mostly blows into big drifts). A few cows bulldoze through snow to find feed, others come behind and eat what was uncovered. Most of their water is sourced from the snow but once or twice each week the cows walk a mile to the barn for water. Amazing. Beyond the normal turnip, radish and pea crops he adds sunflower. More on cover crops in the next presentation.
Because they suggest a large diversity of cover crops, the ranch he works with frequently, Black Leg Ranch, has a variety of income sources including hunting and agrotourism. The ranch owners apparently had many children interested in coming back home. Mom and dad told the kids to figure out how to run their own enterprise on farm. Jay had a slide of all the things they are doing to generate income together. Pretty cool. The bullet point I found most interesting was custom grazing 2,000 yearling calves stocked at 12 head/acre, moving every 2-3 days. That’s covering some ground.
Jay was followed by Gabe Brown. Gabe was also from North Dakota and focused on annual cover crop production. I’m sorry to say I have few notes of Gabe’s presentation. I was too fascinated by his operation to stop and write things down. What I remember was his efforts to escape chemical agriculture, no-till crops in and maintain companion plantings in wide variety to keep soil covered with biomass…always leaving 3-5″ of covering material on the soil. He showed slides of long lists of seeds he puts into his drill and simply says to set the drill to feed the largest seed and let ‘er rip, being sure to include flowering plants to attract beneficial insects. His grazing operation was pretty slick, complete with photos of Batt-Latch in action. Again, he was focused on plant diversity, soil biology and constant cover of the soil.
At this point we were pretty tired. Early morning, long drive, lots of carbs at lunch…tired. But Walt Davis took the stage and he was the main reason we came. He drove home the importance of ranching for profit instead of for production and do so by leveraging your biological capital. Provide unlimited forage. Provide a mix of forages (cows can eat enough alfalfa but when mixed with other species they will tend to eat more). Handle animals so as to prevent stress (stress lessens gains). Don’t graze based on a calendar, graze based on recovery. Watch your animals. They should spend as much time ruminating as grazing. Check their manure to see if they are getting the right quality for their age and use animals of lower nutritional requirements to condition pasture for high-demand animals.
That leaves us with the final speaker, Ed Ballard, on extending the grazing season. Ed is a numbers man. Numbers after 3 in a dark room when I’m tired are a difficult subject. He presented charts showing the benefits of allowing the animals to graze their own feed as opposed to making feed for them. He was suggesting it costs $2.50-$4.00 per day to feed hay to cows as opposed to $0.25 to $0.35 cents per day of grazing. Even if you can’t graze, you are better off buying in hay (purchased in summer) instead of making your own hay as making hay is expensive. Ed just point blank stated that if you’re not frost-seeding clover in your pastures right now you’re making a mistake.
All of the speakers added to my overall cattle management education. Ed gave me immediately actionable items. I need to seed clover. I need to stockpile forage.
Over the weekend I noticed our egg yolks are looking a little pale. A customer also mentioned it to me. That’s not much of a shock given the time of year but it’s something I need to manage. The picture also indicates that my whites are a little loose, though those particular eggs came from geriatric hens so it may be a hen issue.
The yolks should be orange. The kind of orange that screams at you like like William Wallace calling for his favorite crayon…”ORANGE!!!” My chickens are not getting enough greens in their diet. Later in the spring when the dandelions are growing well, the color will return on its own. Right now the chickens need some supplemental greens. I’ll start tossing in a bucket or two of alfalfa chaff and some winter annuals that are growing among the carrots in the garden (chickweed and henbit) and we’ll see how things go. Things are starting to green up already but I’m not moving the birds fast enough to keep them in the green. Work, work, work.
If you want a little bit of homework you can read about what makes a good pastured egg and how they compare to factory eggs on a nutritional level at Mother Earth News.
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My lovely bride (who is looking particularly beautiful today) says my joke title is a bit of a reach. Chime in on comments if you get it at all.
If you are looking to expand your vocabulary look no further than pig ownership. A pig is a 120 pound ball of muscle complete with teeth and fully equipped to outsmart your every effort to muscle them into making the right decision. In this particular adventure I did not teach my wife or children or neighbors within a half mile any new words. Everybody stayed calm…this time. I’m going to skip to the end then tell you from the beginning. We have learned to modify our schedule and to allow the livestock to dictate the pace. Yes, I wanted to wrap up the pasture change in 5 minutes but it took almost two days. It happened on the pigs’ schedule.
When our pigs see us they come running to the fence hoping for a tasty treat. All of their experiences with us have been positive (well, except maybe the castration) and we give them food to reinforce the lesson. If a pig is uncomfortable, no amount of yelling or abuse will make them more comfortable. You just have to wait it out. Patience and kindness. Just moving to a new location is stressful for the pigs. I can only compound that stress by changing from the nice food guy to the mean guy with a stick. I have to tell you though, as I was standing in the rain Sunday morning I was wishing I had a tranquilizer dart for each pig so I could just carry them to their new pen. Ultimately, patience proved easier by far.
The pigs were still in the winter sacrifice area on pasture and, since their initial (well, secondary) introduction to electric fence, hadn’t gone anywhere. The pigs know that the white wires hurt but they also seem to think there is some sort of voodoo concerning the ground where a white wire once was. As before, we made a corridor of fencing, initially with two strands of polywire, later with Pig Quikfence. Saturday morning I opened the fencing from their pasture into the corridor then began moving their pallet and straw bale house to the new location 250 yards away. The pigs stood their ground. No amount of scrambled eggs or chicken broth could convince them to budge.
Hours pass. The pigs aren’t having any of it. They will not cross the line. At 3:30 I decide to crowd them into the corridor by squeezing their electric fence toward them a little at a time. Everything was going great until the black pig decided his fear of the unknown was greater than his fear of the fence and he attempted to break through the fencing and escape. It was a shocking experience for both of us. I don’t have to remind you that pigs are distinctly lacking in handles so I found myself wrapped in a tangling mass of electric fence and pork…until we pulled enough of the fence that it came unplugged. Fortunately I had an insurance policy in place…a length of PermaNet surrounding their pen just in case. The little black pig backed his way out of his fence and neither of us were worse for the wear. The fence was not broken, just pulled from its posts and I learned my lesson. Patience. We closed things up for the night and headed off to church vowing to return in the morning. Maybe tomorrow hunger will override fear.
After milking on Sunday I turned the cows out and set up the corridor again. The pigs were not interested. I put down a trail of feed hoping they would follow along. They would come up to a certain point. Then they ran back to their pile of straw on the ground. Well, I have other things to do with my time. They can’t escape the corridor so I’ll just check on them from time to time.
Around 11:00 I was sent out to the pigs with a bucket of scraps. I placed these scraps deep in the corridor and upwind of the pigs. The red pig (cleverly named “Red”) decided they smelled so delicious he had to get some of that. Spot and Blackie (names just happen with small numbers of livestock) stayed back with a “not fair!” look on their face. Again I walked away. At 11:45 the kids called to me, “Dad! The pigs are in the corridor!” That’s what I was waiting for. I headed out with a bucket full of feed and, like following the pied piper, the pigs were close at my heels all the way to their new home.
Nobody was upset. Nobody was abusive. No frustration, crying, swearing off pigs forever or talks with the children about types of language that are acceptable around the house and how sorry daddy is and daddy promises to do better next time then daddy sneaks off to down a highball. Nope. Just pigs following that nice guy who brings them food and a new, fresh pasture full of greens on a South-facing slope.
They will get to be here for a few days then we’ll move on to the next pasture. It’s all about disturbance and rest.
I need the pigs to work for me. It’s not enough that they get fat and taste great. They have a job to do. But MY job is to help them do their work. My job is to make them happy in their work. I see these animals several times every day. My pigs don’t cower in fear at my approach. They greet me, they grunt at me, they run and skip as I approach (really). Happy pigs. Happy pigs are easy to move. Happy pigs are easy to load. Happy pigs taste better. There is enough stress on livestock. I don’t have to add to it. I can spend two days waiting on pigs to move themselves. It will be even easier next time.
The search is on. I am beginning the process of hiring as many as five full-time employees. Applicants must be female, young and fertile. Good physical condition is a must and they must maintain that condition while eating grass and living outside. I’ll be looking at hair quality (but not color), length of legs, size of belly and fatness of rump on all applicants. If things go as planned, after 10-12 years of healthy reproduction and the applicant has deposited approximately 250,000 pounds of manure the applicant be slaughtered, butchered and eaten. I’ll explain the full qualifications below.
These aren’t criteria I have whipped up from my own experience or imagination. I am working to distill what I have learned from studying books on grazing cattle. Feel free to disagree. You aren’t disagreeing with me. I found information on selecting cattle for your herd in five cattle books I treasure:
I feel all 5 of these will stand the test of time…meaning I’ll still be looking up things in them in 10-15 years. My copies of each are worn and heavily bookmarked. I have read most of the modern texts concerning cattle. That means I have read a lot of junk. I feel this list represents the best of what is out there currently. I think it is worth reading so many opinions because Proverbs 15:22 says
Plans fail for lack of counsel, but with many advisers they succeed.
I’ll add to the list Success on the Small Farm by Haydn Pearson. Though not a cattle book, it’s a classic in every sense of the word. It contains some sound advice about herd management as well as little nuggets of wisdom on anything you want to know about. Further, my copy is loaded with notes, underlining and little newspaper clippings pasted in by a man named Gerhard Richert who bought the book originally in 1946.
Finally, I’m going to focus on cows. Not bulls. I’m not selecting bulls at this time. I’m selecting cows…preferably heifers. The main points are get quality stock that will thrive on feed you can source on farm. Measure your success by their fertility and how infrequently you have to call the vet. But, don’t take my word for it. Let’s hit the books!
Only one book in my pile gives specific recommendations for starting a new herd.
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Greg Judy begins on page 234 with a bullet point from his mentor, Ian Mitchell-Innes:
Buy two young heifers for the price of one bred cow. Graze these heifers through your management system and keep the ones that perform well, sell the ones that don’t.
He goes into more detail in the next chapter on page 246:
So where does a person find some grass-genetic cattle?
The most economical method would be to attend local cow sales and look for small frame cows. These smaller frame cows will always be cheaper to buy than the monster cows that all the mainstream producers want.
…When you’re looking for these smaller frame cows, watch for cows that have a big gut for lots of grass capacity. Most cows today have had all the gut capacity bred out of them.
Pearson describes making a profitable dairy at some length in Chapter 10: Small Farm Dairy (a chapter Mr. Reichert seems to have skipped). He makes three main points.
For the beginning farmer who likes cattle, this is the one most essential point: Get quality stock.
He drives this home with an illustration I’ll share in the next post and goes on to say you should grow your own feed and find a good market for your products. For now it suffices that Mr. Pearson wants the reader to buy quality stock, not whatever is cheap.
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All authors seem to agree that you want a smaller than industry standard cow, topping out around 1,000-1,200 pounds. Holmes suggests 950 would be better as:
Smaller cows eat less grass. It makes a lot more sense to have a herd of 950-lb. cows weaning off 450-lb calves on grass than 1,500-lb. cows weaning off 575-lb calves running on a creep feeder.
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Salatin is unconcerned with breed. He is concerned about animal performance on grass. At this point in the discussion he really only weighs in on those two points. Animals vary widely within breeds so you can’t rely on breed alone and most of the modern cattle genetics are geared toward an animal that’s at a disadvantage on pasture.
Davis suggests you buy local cattle in Chapter 14: Adapted Animals.
Different breeds are differently adapted to different climates. Even within a breed, regional changes require adaptation. He begins by discussing resistance to local parasites and diseases then goes on.
Radical changes in climate and elevation severely stress animals with the greatest effects occurring when animals go from cold to hot climates, from low humidity to high, and from high elevation to low. Differences in mineral content of forages also play a role in how soon and how well animals adapt to a new area. In many phosphorus-deficient areas, the local shrubs have considerably higher phosphorus content than the grasses; local animals learn to browse the shrubs and cope fairly well, but animals new to the areas that don’t have a history of browsing are at a severe disadvantage.
It is more than likely that part of the adaptation process relates to the rumen microorganism populations adapting to local conditions. [and later still discussing gut flora…] it would be illogical to think that these organisms do not develop genetic traits that make them better adapted to the local conditions found in soil and forage.
As usual, buy local. Even if you can’t find grazing genetic stock locally, you might be better off buying animals from your own region.
Ruechel adds to the pile by suggesting the list above plus a few more.
On page 23 he says replacement heifers and cows should be
feminine in appearance. [and later…] She and her daughters should cycle for the first time at ten months and conceive at fourteen months.
On pages 24 and 25 Ruechel lists bullet points of things to look for in a replacement heifer. These include details the other authors skipped: wide mouth, well developed udder, short, slick shiny hair. The bullet points are detailed, less abrupt and inspire fewer giggles than Judy’s choice of words on page 249 of Comeback Farms:
The cows should have a big old butt on them. This is a feminine trait. It gives them more room to calve. A cow needs a big butt.
All kidding aside, between Ruechel’s bullet points and Judy’s entertaining list you get a nice checklist of traits to pay attention to. Judy even suggests linear measurement as detailed by Jans Bonsma. I’ll leave the reader to research that.
So. I need to buy quality local heifers of small frame and feminine appearance. These should come from cows that cycled early and often. Once I get those heifers I need to get rid of the underachievers. I’ll detail that process in the next article.
Be sure to check out the books I listed above. If I could only pick one out of the pile I suspect it would be Comeback Farms by Greg Judy though I do appreciate the wealth of experience brought by Davis.
Please comment with your cattle buying criteria or any additional book recommendations.
Welcome to 2013. It’s time to order your chicks or make preparations for the feeder pigs you’ll buy in March and generally get ready for the growing season. Soon the farm stores will offer chicks for sale and you’ll be tempted to finally take the leap. This is the year. We’re really going to do it!
Good for you! But let’s approach this with a measure of sobriety.
Joel Salatin signs copies of his book You Can Farm with “Oh, Yes you can!”
You can.
But you can also underestimate how hard it is going to be. How hard it will always be. You may become more efficient at keeping your little flock of birds and you may get faster at processing chickens…but that will just encourage you to raise more next time. Your profit margin will always be low but you can increase your cash flow by moving more inventory. So, you raise a few more. You are better at the work and more efficient per unit of chicken but you are still DOING THE WORK! It is never easy to roll out of bed at 2:00 in the morning, find your shoes, load your gun and run outside to kill whatever you can hear attacking your chickens this time…only to realize you forgot your pants…and it’s 20 degrees. The next morning you will be tired. This cycle can continue forever. More production, more skill, more raccoons, more chickens, more customers, more packaging, more ice, more, more, more forever. Forever. Forever!
So, yes, you can. You really can. But it’s harder than you think.
When people ask me how to get started we try to sit them down for a serious conversation. These same discussion is written in numerous farming books but I think it’s worth hitting the main points before moving on. All of these are #1 but I have 5 number 1 rules.
1. Start small. No, smaller than that. If you want to raise chickens, raise as many as 50 for yourself. Just see what all the fuss is about. Ideally you’ll brood broilers late in summer about 7 weeks before your first frost. Then you can butcher on a cool day when the flies aren’t flying and you’ll have all winter to consider your experience. Or just skip the broilers and brood 6 layer chicks. 6 birds will give you far more eggs than you can eat.
2. Go slow. Don’t start out with layers, broilers, pigs and a goat. The learning curve is too steep. If you feel you have a good handle on raising and selling broilers, maybe try your hand at a couple of pigs. Once that is mastered, add the next thing. Take your time. Pay your dues.
3. Buy the least amount of equipment you can. Try to get by with the knives you already have so long as they are sharp and not serrated. Boil water on the stove to scald the birds. If you want to be fancy, borrow a turkey fryer to heat your scald water. Hand pluck the birds. Don’t make a big investment in equipment until you absolutely, positively have to do it. Even then, look for alternatives. Any money you spend is money you can’t spend again. Dad said to me this morning, “They don’t sell capital at Walmart.”
4. Don’t go it alone. This should be listed first but I’m too lazy to re-sort them. If you’re married you need your spouse on board. If your spouse doesn’t want to use a bucket potty just give it up. It’s not worth your marriage to go potty in a bucket. It’s also not worth your marriage to bask in the glory of a compost pile full of blood and feathers. If you’re not married, consider finding someone to help you. Animals eat every day. Even when you have the flu.
5. Read books. Shoot your television, get on a first-name basis with the librarian (you’ll sell her chicken later), park your tookus in a comfy chair and start going through your book pile. Goat Song gave a great example of this recently.
So what’s this all about? A couple of things. First, I was sad to read that our friends at Porter Pond Farm are hanging up their hats. They worked hard, ate awesome food and fed their community. But they worked hard. They may have worked too hard. Take a moment, follow the link and read their story.
There is a lot of temptation to mash the accelerator pedal of farm production. “By golly, if 100 chickens and a cow are good then 2000 chickens and 10 cows will be great! Heck, with 20,000 chickens and a 40-cow raw milk dairy we could ditch our day jobs…and we could do it in 3 years!” Well, yes, you could…but I really don’t think you can.
The first thing you have to do is start. You will never begin if you don’t begin. You begin at the beginning. But start slowly. Don’t bite off more than you can chew. Holy cow. Let me give you a personal, non-farming analogy. I tried my first Crossfit workout on 11-30-2005. One heck of a workout. I looked at the list of exercises (jump rope, jump to a platform, do a modified push-up and climb a rope) as many times as I can in 20 minutes. No problem. I’m young, strong and in shape. I’ll probably knock out 8 or 10 rounds. No problem. I gave 100% for 20 minutes. I was so wrong I even posted a comment on the site:
I honestly thought I was going to die. Double unders are hard, but the burpees did me in.
First crossfit workout. 2 complete rounds, much tired.
I bit off more than I could chew. Now, I was young, stupid and a total glutton for punishment so I came back for more. And more. But I backed way off on my intensity and my expectations and that paid off. I was a bit of a fanatic for a few years there. The intensity and discipline required to maintain that performance level ultimately proved more than I could maintain. Because I realized my error early on and backed off for a while, sought coaching and took my time building skill I was able to achieve some real successes in CrossFit and make positive contributions to the community.
Back to farming, you have to start. Read a book, raise a couple of pullets, whatever you do start doing and start having fun. Playing Around was published in October. It wasn’t my most popular post but, to me, it was one of the most important. One of my key ideas in that post was the notion that I don’t want to do this alone. I want my family on board with me. Among other things, it triggered a response from a beginning farmer we met earlier in the year. We spoke to him and his lovely bride over Skype one afternoon, making the suggestions listed above (including the reference to the humanure toilet). In his eagerness to get rolling, he didn’t listen to me. He raised something like 300 broilers right out of the gate, bought all new Featherman equipment and included pigs in his operation…and, by my reckoning, was amazingly successful. But, after reading my post about making time to play he responded to me:
“I don’t want to farm alone.” Chris, that is something I am starting to understand at the end of my first production season. All my past farming experiences and internships had been a team effort. This season it was primarily me, and something was lost. There are other concerns, but recently I stopped having fun and I am ready to call this a learning experience and move on. I have so much passion for natural, responsible, sustainable farming–I had to experience it. The season was successful, all the animals turned out great without incident. I am proud of that, but I have lost my vision to continue. Maybe I went too fast and burnt out. Maybe I am unwilling to make the family and financial sacrifices necessary to get through the rough curve of starting a small farm business. Maybe I finally found a challenge too big for me to handle. Maybe my joy is producing food for my family and friends, not producing food for the masses as a career. My relationship with my wife has become closer than ever over this past season as we’ve struggled with this issue. My wife’s strength and commitment to me is amazing. I felt the need to share my recent thoughts with you after reading your blog this morning. I have a deep respect for everything you are working towards.
I responded, as I often do, with too many words. Just as I told him to slow down getting in, I now wanted him to slow down getting out. Here are several replies edited into one:
…go back and read Salatin. I can’t figure out which book but somewhere he says his first year they raised 450 broilers and gave half of them away. The second year they raised 300 and didn’t have enough. In PPP he says he raised 1,000 birds his fourth year.
This is hard stuff. I completely understand what you wrote but don’t let a season of discouragement prevent you from pushing forward. Sometimes it’s hard. I have probably 60 dozen eggs I can’t sell right now. Soon I’ll solve that problem [ed: I sold them]. Who knows what is next. If it wasn’t farming something else would ruffle my feathers. I’m grateful to be in a position where too much food is my worst problem.
If it isn’t for your wife, it isn’t for you. But if you and she are willing but discouraged, stay the course.
He replied a few more times giving additional detail (again with a little editing):
I have at least 100 beautiful chickens down in the freezer. Thankfully they all fit, but I really overestimated my market. I’m really disappointed actually. People know about my birds, over 100 people alone on facebook, and I’ve given away over 20 just as samples. Even most of our family won’t drive out to get some great chicken. I just didn’t get enough positive feedback this season to feed my vision. And after studying my numbers closer, and after 3 weekends of serious processing, I can’t ever see reaching 10,000 birds or anywhere even close, not the processing of or the selling of. I am disappointed that I may not be able to make it work, especially when I have neighbor kids who come over just to marvel at the pigs and chickens–and these are rural kids. Sad that they’ve never seen a pig up close before. But i can’t ask my wife to sacrifice what it would take for me to commit to this in a way where it could work. It’s not her dream. Well, you can see I’m really tore up about this, just need to get it out. Thanks again for listening.
We responded saying 100 extra chickens was not a problem. He could host some friends for Sunday afternoon football and go through 100 chickens in no time. Also they start really selling closer to Christmas. He replied:
You are right about 100 chickens not being a big deal. We just processed our final 100 broilers last weekend, and I really didn’t think they would all fit. Plus I need space for at least half a pig in a few weeks. The stress of the whole situation is causing me to blow these little issues into big ones. I’ve read and re-read Salatin. I wish I would have taken his advice and your advice and started much smaller. But I was way too excited. That’s why I am disappointed. I thought I would enjoy every second of this and spring out of bed every morning excited to be producing amazing food. Over the season I lost something.
This is not uncommon. Salatin talks about lending out his old plucker to farmers just getting started. They quickly decide it’s too much work, return the plucker to Salatin and give him their customers…lol. If you are about to take the leap please, please start small. Ease your way into it. Test the waters. If possible, find customers first. But whatever you do, dream big, don’t get discouraged and move slowly. If there is someone else with you at the beginning, make sure they are with you at the end.
I spoke to and emailed him earlier today. He responded with this:
Chris, it was good to hear from you today. I did have an amazing summer, learned a ton, got in great shape, and ate some of the best food I’ve ever tasted. I’m not exactly sure what’s next, but I hope to be processing a few chickens where ever we go.
Take your time. Move slowly. Seek frugality. Relationships are more important than chickens. Keep learning. If you apply these ideas you’ll have fun and stick with it…for a while anyway.
Oh, I could take this post a lot of directions. A lot of directions. I’ll start with generalizations then make this about farming at the end. I pinkie swear.
We are very fortunate. Very blessed. I have always had at least one job. In college I worked at McDonalds (everybody should work food service!), polished floors overnight at WalMart, mowed grass, worked in the labs and greenhouses on campus, did an independent research project, worked construction and did odd jobs anywhere I could including painting little toy soldiers for some hobby shop in Indiana. Having hit the bottom of our checkbook several times and being too proud to ask our parents for cash, we learned quickly to spend less than we make. We play strong defense with our cash. We are a one-car, no cable or satellite or TV at all family who don’t send their kids to karate, ballet, gymnastics, swim team, baseball or even scouts. We budget carefully making sure we distinguish between wants and needs. It was only recently decided (after lengthy discussion) that a no-contract cell phone was a need.
And now, after years of sacrifice, I am at a place in life now where, thanks to the miracle of credit and a near-perfect credit score, I couldbuy anything I wanted.
Anything I want. But not everything I want. I can’t afford everything I want. I have to be selective.
Now, I already understood that completely without really giving it any thought. In fact, it wasn’t until I heard my parents discussing a similar topic that I realized what it meant…how simple yet profound it is.
Let’s make a list. First, I need to buy another 40 acres…and soon. I need cattle to help generate revenue and keep the grass mowed and the pasture fertilized. I need a new perimeter fence to keep the cattle contained when a deer runs through the paddock fence. A milking parlor would be nice. OOH! and a bobcat! Heck, an excavator and bulldozer would do wonders for the landscape and future water supply. The barn needs some repair…well, quite a bit actually. The yellow house needs…well, let’s just skip that. My house needs to be skipped too. The machine shed should be replaced. A real garage would be nice. Sure would be convenient to buy a few thousand trees instead of collecting and sprouting the nuts. A walk-in freezer would be a life saver but would probably require a backup generator. And once the farm starts shaping up wouldn’t it be nice to buy that piece of ground just across the fence? Or a place to snow bird in Florida? Or even just a second vehicle?
But we can’t do it all. Even if we could, we shouldn’t do it all. I have a limited amount of money and a very limited amount of time. I have to get the most bang for my buck because I can’t have it all. Each day I make decisions and live with the consequences. There is no time for second guessing. I just have to go. When I make wrong choices I have to work extra hard to make those bad choices work out anyway. There is no looking back. I just have to do it…whatever it is. If I could have everything…if I could do everything then I could do it right. But I can’t. I just do the best I can with what I have.
Who does the heavy lifting around here in the winter?
Not me I’m afraid.
Right now, a typical day for me is to get up at 5, read my Bible, check email, shower, shave, eat breakfast, get dressed and head off to work at 6:15. I do my job sitting at a desk in a climate-controlled environment. I’ll read the book du jour over my lunch, work a few more hours and arrive home again at around 6:15 PM. Then I spend the evening reading to and playing with the kids and discussing what happened on the farm that day. Once the kids are in bed, I may have to go outside in the dark and cold to get a new toilet bucket, tomorrow’s supply of firewood or some other chore but mostly I just park my tookus on the couch with a book in hand until bedtime. I go days without seeing any animals. Keep in mind, this is the winter routine, not the spring, summer or fall routine. There is no tookus on the couch ten months of the year.
Who does the heavy lifting on the farm in the winter?
Not me.
My wife wakes up with me each day. Today we each dared the other to get out of bed first. She was the first up. She made two attempts to light the fire in the stove before calling me in to try. She walked the dog. Twice. She grabbed two frozen chickens out of the freezer and packed my cooler with the eggs and chickens for today’s orders. Most of the time she cooks breakfast while I’m in the shower though today she didn’t. We pray and kiss then she sends me into the cold, cruel world. Off I go, to be the family breadwinner. Making money in the city, working hard for my family.
Somehow, while I’m gone the cows get milked, the pigs, chickens, ducks, goats and rabbits get fed and watered (not an easy feat when the high temperature is below freezing). The kids are dressed, fed and educated. Phones get answered, letters and packages get sent, dishes get washed, laundry gets folded, blog posts get written, eggs get collected and supper lands on the table just in time.
During growing season I’m normally outside for a couple of hours before work and a couple of hours after the kids go to bed. There is just a lot of work to do. This time of year, on weeknights I try to chill out making the most of my study time.
Who does the heavy lifting on the farm in the winter?
Not me. Summer may be a different story but my wife shoulders the burden all winter. This is no knock against my children who also help make things go around here but if not for my wife there would be no farm…just land and a house.
Before we left for Florida I recognized that the pigs were reaching a point where they needed to move out to pasture. They are not cramped in their chicken tractor but it’s time for them to go. Besides, they may just climb out of it. I built a new temporary shelter with pallets surrounded by straw bales, surrounded by hog panels and covered with tarp then filled the living space with waste hay the cows had stepped on and refused. I surrounded this with Premier One Pig QuikFence. Since the pigs were only around 50 pounds I thought I would just carry them to the new pasture. Unfortunately I ran out of time.
When I came home from Florida Sunday morning the pigs weighed at least 100 pounds. Well, OK. I’ll just do it anyway. I picked up the first squealing, squirming monster and the other two came to its defense biting me on the leg. You should see the bruise.
Once again, dad came to my rescue suggesting we just walk them back to the new pasture. What a novel idea. We stretched out the remaining three sections of pig quikfence as well as a length of garden fence and wired it to the 5 joule perimeter fence. Then we opened the side of the tractor and …erm…negotiated the pigs into the fenced area. We just strolled along as the pigs found their own way to the new pen. Farmer 1:Pigs 0
Now, to get the cows in the barn for the evening I had to take the fence down so I had my son unplug the perimeter momentarily, closed up the pig pen and strung a new wire over to the fence. We finished up chores and checked on the pigs again before heading inside for dinner and an early bedtime.
It could not have been easier to move the pigs. Nothing went wrong at all. Everything was perfect.
Then dad stopped by on his way back from the barn to tell me the pigs were out. Worse, they were visiting the neighbor’s barn. Ugh. My fence wiring was at fault. The wind blew and the ice-covered wiring lost the connection to the perimeter fence. The pigs just walked over it and went on an adventure. After some amount of coaxing with spoiled milk and old chicken soup, some work and serious praying the pigs are back in their pen in the garden.
In light of my recent post about different ways of raising hogs, dad suggested it would be worthwhile to explain why hogs are raised in confinement at all…and why this isn’t likely to change. Since I have a sense of humor I thought I could explore this while having a bit of fun. What follows is my understanding of why farmers raise hogs in confinement mixed with a dash of Star Trek. Yup, Star Trek.
Now, I want to be clear. I am neither apologizing for nor accusing the practice of hog confinement. I am merely attempting to describe my understanding of why farmers do it…and showing my inner nerd.
So. Why do farmers raise hogs in confinement?
Because farmers grow grain.
Need more detail? OK. Farmers grow lots of grain. And interest rates were low and bankers were very, very much in favor of hog floors years ago. That didn’t turn out too well in the ’80’s but interest rates are low again and…well, here we go.
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Let’s say I was the kind of a farmer who grew acres and acres of corn. Corn, corn, corn, corn. Being from Illinois, I’m probably going to rotate soybeans through the same ground alternate years. Every 10 years or so I’ll sow alfalfa, spread lime, etc. but for the most part, we’re talking corn. Oh, and to get this corn to grow well we have to add fertilizer. That costs money. Boy does it ever. And we’ll have to do something to make sure the weeds don’t out-compete the little corn plants. Either we’ll cultivate or spray.
A bushel of corn weighs 56 pounds. I should get 150 bushels of corn per acre on our kind of Illinois ground. (Maybe 200 but we’ll stick with the 150). That’s 8,400 pounds of grain that has to be hauled and stored somewhere for every acre and I may be farming 2,000 acres if I want to be a medium-sized farmer. That’s almost 17 million pounds of corn. I could maintain my own fleet of trucks to do the hauling or hire a trucking firm to haul for me. How far do we haul? The nearest elevator? Next town over? Each mile costs money and time.
Worse, what do I return to the land when I haul all of my crop away? Really just the crop residue. Remember, I have to buy fertilizer.
Well, what if there was a way to avoid hauling the corn, add value to that corn, increase my profit percentage and lower my hauling costs AND make fertilizer I can sell to the neighbors or return to the soil? That’s why there is hog confinement. It’s not simply a bunch of greedy, heartless, evil farmers throwing as many pigs as possible into the least space possible to squeeze profit. It’s a way of taking something of surplus and low value and turning it into something of higher value.
To bring Star Trek into the picture, there are several Ferengi Rules of Acquisition that apply here. Law of Acquisition #2 says:
The best deal is the one that brings the most profit.
I think that’s pretty self-explainatory. At one time, every house on the road had a few sows out on dirt.
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They are thrifty, independent and marketable animals. When you look at the bottom line and begin to evaluate how Pareto’s Principle applies to your farm, pigs usually look pretty good. If a few pigs look good, more pigs look better. How many pigs can we raise before efficiency and the market snap us back to reality? This brings us to Law of Acquisition #45:
Expand or die.
It didn’t take long. Farmers went from a few pigs at every home to larger groups of pigs at fewer homes. Then they started building Cargill floors and, ultimately, climate-controlled hog houses. But, at each stage of the way, the farmer was looking for a way to bring home a little more income to the farm…and every farm needed more money, especially at the time when confinement houses were becoming popular. You get from healthy, environment-enhancing pastured pork to unhealthy, destructive pastured pork to confinement pork in just a few easy steps and it is well summarized in Rule #98
Every man has his price.
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But I have gotten ahead of myself. Why did the farmers have pigs in the first place? Partly because bacon tastes great but mostly because they already had the feed. Should we move the mountain of grain to the pig or move the pig to the mountain of grain? If nothing else, the pig can walk. Transporting meat makes more financial sense than transporting feed. I mean, with $6 corn it costs me $0.33 to make $0.61 worth of lean pork (at $0.86 lean pork futures). So we sell the corn to ourselves and sell the pork on the market to nearly double our money. Rule #12 tells us:
Anything worth selling is worth selling twice.
Then he can sell it one more time by “selling” the manure either to himself by replacing his fertilizer bill or actually sell it to his neighbors. Those friends I mentioned in the previous article have entirely cut out their fertilizer bill and they make a bit of cash on the side selling the manure to neighbors. Not only is that enough to make any Ferengi tug his ears in jealous rage but also means their farm won’t be spilling Anhydrous Ammonia into nearby ponds.
Obviously there are ups and downs in commodity production, weather you are producing commodity coal or commodity pork. Massive expansion following Rule #45 meant there were a number of lean years for pork producers. The late ’90’s were particularly awful. But some survived even by the skin of their teeth. This proves Rule #162:
Even in the worst of times, someone makes a profit.
So, confinement commodity pork production is a tool used to add value to commodity grain production. In its original form, it saved on transportation. That’s not really true anymore. Rather than haul the grain from your own field to your own hog house, growers are usually contracted through a vertically integrated operation and the feed is trucked in from a contracted source. Believe it or not, that’s more efficient…somehow. All of commodity production depends on cheap fuel prices. As fuel prices go up, it costs more to fertilize, cultivate, plant, spray and harvest the field, then haul the grain away. It costs more to build and heat the hog house. It costs more to haul and grind the feed. It costs more to haul the hogs to the slaughter plant. It costs more to haul the bacon to the store. Unfortunately, when you are in the commodity food paradigm there really is no alternative. Once you have that huge building, all that concrete, tons of rebar…all that stuff, you’re married to it. Even I have a Cargill floor as a relic of previous generations on our farm. What do I do with it? Right now it stores lumber and odd bits of things but, for most people, as Rule 217 says:
You can’t free a fish from water.
Commodity production, it appears, is here to stay. You, as an individual, can choose to participate or you can opt out by finding a good steward raising pastured livestock. Not only are our pigs raised in the sunshine and allowed to express their “pig-ness”, they are leaner and more flavorful than confinement hogs, not to mention various health benefits from pastured meat sources. Having butchered from both sources I can tell you the pastured meat lacks that distinct confinement smell. But, these decisions are always difficult for us as consumers because of Rule #23:
Nothing is more important than your health, except for your money.
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