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Berries: Autumn Treasures

Autumn brings in all the berries
Photo by Jessica Walliser

As far as I’m concerned, late autumn is one of the most beautiful times in the garden. 

Not because it’s productive, of course, and there certainly isn’t much (if anything) in bloom, but rather because it’s prime time for berries—and I don’t mean the ones you can eat. 

Seeing tiny crabapples, holly berries, beautyberries, and pendulous viburnum berry clusters hanging on otherwise bare branches always makes me smile. 

Even though it’s raining outside and the weather is kind of bleak here, I can’t help but feel there is some sort of promise in those fruits.  Some vague sign that life goes on even though winter will soon settle in. 

Birds, of course, depend on berries for food all winter long, as do deer and wild turkey.  But I know I’m not the only one who appreciates them for their simple beauty.  Our local flower shop is full of locally-grown, berried branches. 

I love to stop in the day before Thanksgiving to see what their forager has brought in (don’t worry his harvests are licensed and legal).  Privet, bittersweet, wild rose hips, tallow berry, winterberry—it’s all there lined up in buckets and ready to adorn someone’s family table.  I just hope those folks see all the wonder and promise I see in those little jewels.   

Let’s not forget this Thanksgiving to give thanks to Mama Nature for sweet little things like berries and turkey tail mushrooms and tadpoles and hummingbird eggs. 

They’re everyday little miracles that go overlooked in our crazy lives.  Gardeners are well aware of all the treasures nature holds.  We’re lucky enough to see them everyday, up close and head-on.

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Help Shape the Future of Sustainable Agriculture

The Leonardo Academy is looking for five people to fill vacant committee positions
Five vacancies need to be filled on the sustainable agriculture standards committee.

The Leonardo Academy is looking for candidates to fill five vacant positions on its standards committee to take part in developing the first national standard for sustainable agriculture.

The committee began developing the sustainable agriculture standard in July 2009 and will focus on crop production within the farm gate during its first phase of development. It will eventually expand the standard to include livestock, aquaculture, agricultural handling and processing, and more.

Because the committee intends to represent a broad range of agricultural interests, it invites all types of producers, including small-scale farmers, to apply for committee membership. The ideal candidate has:

  • Interest and experience in sustainable agriculture and its technical issues
  • Standards-writing experience
  • Experience working on multi-stakeholder committees
  • Involvement in sustainable-agriculture issues
  • Affiliation with companies or organizations affected by the sustainable-agriculture standard

The Leonardo Academy is a nonprofit organization that develops sustainability innovations and is accredited by the American National Standards Institute.

Small farmers and others interested in applying for standards committee membership should do so by 12 p.m. CST on December 28, 2009. For more information and to download an application, visit the Leonardo Academy website or contact Amanda Raster at amanda@leonardoacademy.org or 608-280-0255.

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Homesteading

Goodbye, Turkeys

One of Cherie's turkeys
Photo by Cherie Langlois

I miss my turkeys.

Kelsey tries to ease my guilt over their new residence (the freezer) by reminding me that if any of us had collapsed unconscious in their pasture, the flock probably would have pecked our skeletons clean within minutes, piranha-style.  

But I still miss them, peckishness, garden-raiding, and all.  

When we acquired our first Bourbon Reds this year, I didn’t expect to become hopelessly attached to these birds.  Like the broiler chickens we’ve raised, they were destined for the dinner table, so I knew better than to name them or treat them like pets, of which we already had plenty. 

And I didn’t—name them, that is.  But from the start our turkeys’ personable, inquisitive natures made it impossible for me—an animal-lover and former vegetarian zookeeper—to NOT treat them like pets.  Or more like feathered children.

I loved letting our fun little flock out of their pen each morning. They would surround me making cute “boop, boop” sounds, and tag along after me wherever I went.  They were thrilled when I hand-fed them treats of bread and dandelion leaves (the latter grew in their pasture, but they went nuts when I picked the leaves for them). 

Another one of Cherie's turkeys
Photo by Cherie Langlois

After I left, they trotted off to do turkey things:  hunt bugs, sun-bathe, preen on their perches, patrol the fenceline.  As he matured, the bigger of the toms strutted and fanned his tail-feathers for his hen harem, gobbling his heart out whenever he heard the dogs bark or a car pull up.    

Throughout the day, I’d glance out my office window to see our beautiful turkeys, their cinnamon feathers flaming against the green grass.  They always looked happy, which is exactly what I wanted, and the main reason we were raising our own turkeys to dine on this holiday season (and beyond) instead of buying those poor factory-farmed birds.

But it wasn’t easy saying sorry and goodbye, even if we didn’t have to “process” the turkeys ourselves, thank goodness.  We’re still debating whether to do this again next year. 

Right now, I can’t help thinking how much easier and cheaper it would be to just snap up an anonymous, on-sale, supermarket monster-turkey, if only I could switch off my conscience.

But then I wonder, maybe our food shouldn’t come as easily and cheaply as that—especially when it was once a living, feeling creature. 

And next year, maybe, I could keep a pretty turkey pair as breeders so I wouldn’t have to say sad goodbyes to all of my feathered friends. 

Or, I could always go back to being a vegetarian.
 
What do you think? (and Happy Thanksgiving!) 

~Cherie

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Green Pheasants

The green pheasant that has been showing its' face in the nearby creek
Photo by Rick Gush

The big news in our neighborhood this week was the repeated appearance of a green pheasant in the creek. 

I’m sorry the photograph is so lousy, but when I had my camera the bird was busy eating something on the ground and only raised his head a few times.  Take my word for it, this was a spectacular bird. 

Some of the neighbors speculated that it was in fact a tame bird that had escaped.  This makes some sense, because there are a fair number of pheasant aviaries here in Italy.  There is a reasonably large participation in the annual fall pheasant hunting season, but not enough wild pheasants to please the hunters. 

Pheasants are raised in large caged coops and then boxed up and sold to hunting cooperatives who release the birds into the wild a few days before the season starts.  Several times in our travels my wife and I have seen the trucks loaded with the boxed pheasants. 

In the fall, I frequently see these pheasants in the farm fields that dominate the Po river valley on my train trips to Milan.  So, this green fellow appearing in the creek is more likely to be a raised specimen than exotic wildlife.

We do also get a lot of other birds in the creek that runs beneath our home.  The most spectacular have to be the kingfishers.  These birds are an iridescent copper blue with a rust-colored breast and look like little flying pieces of jewelry as they zip up and down the creek.  

When we’re lucky, one will stop and do some fishing at the pond we can see from our windows.  The birds hunt by perching on a branch above the water and waiting until an opportunity presents.  Then they fly straight up for a few yards before turning and diving straight down into the water.  When we’ve watched, the bird comes up with a small fish about one in three dives.

This fish-hunting crane wades in the shallows before striking
Photo by Rick Gush

The other big fish eater that lives along our creek is the big crane in the second photo.  This impressively big bird wades in the shallows and hunts the fish.  He darts his head down into the water and once in a while comes up with a fish.  We do have a lot of fish in the creek, mostly Cephalo, which sort of resemble trout. 

In the early spring, there are big swarms of perhaps a thousand little fish.  On an average basis, the pond below our house holds about 100 adult fish, some being as big as a foot and a half long. 

The creek has intermittent ponds every few hundred yards and a series of waterfalls and cascades, and I’d estimate that in a twenty-minute walk up the creek, starting at the mouth where it empties into the bay, one could easily see a thousand fish. 

Nobody but the summer tourists bothers to fish the creek, and the locals don’t trust the other locals upstream not to have put some pollution in the water.  The water looks pretty clean to me and does get flushed out quite frequently and the banks get covered with several feet of rushing water.  The crane is particularly active in these flood periods, I suppose because the disturbed fish are easier prey.

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Equipment

Hearing Protection vs. Hearing Aids

Though my wife and kids have been known to accuse me of not listening, usually it is more a matter of not being able to hear as well as I would like.

Too many years of working around engines, large and small, without protection has taken its toll. Hours on a rifle range in basic training probably didn’t help either.

If we lost the little rubber stubs we had been issued, we would grab a couple of cigarette filters, strip them of paper and stuff them in our ears. They were crude, but they helped.

Back on the farm, post U.S. Army, the roar of the diesel when I lowered the plow or disk into the ground was something to relish. I remember shaking my head as a young farmer when one of our neighbors started wearing headphone-style hearing protectors.

It’s not so funny anymore. All that noise combined with passing years has damaged the hairs and nerve cells in my inner ear. Higher pitched tones are a bit muffled, and it is tougher to pick out words from the background.

Now it’s me wearing the headphones as I start up a chain saw, weed whip or other loud motor. If I forget, that first roar usually sends me scuttling back to the shed to grab the hearing protectors.

I want to make sure I don’t narrow my frequency range even more, and since I never took up smoking, cigarette filters are no longer an option.

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Animals

Sheep Licks

Sheep and goat licks are the preferred snack on any day
Photo by Sue Weaver

Shiloh loves the licks!

Last month Mom and Dad went to Hirsch’s, the big farm store in Thayer where they buy our tasty food. When Dad came out, he said to Mom (who was waiting in the truck), “They have sheep lips, so I bought some.”

“Sheep lips!” Mom cried, “What would possess you to buy sheep lips?”

It turns out Dad said sheep licks. Those are tubs of minerals mixed up in hard molasses-based, yummy stuff. We love our goat licks and now the sheep have their own licks too.

Sheep and goat nutrition experts say we should eat loose, granulated minerals instead of licks. But we don’t like those very much at all.

The Boers make protest poopies in their loose mineral feeders. Uzzi and I are far more refined, so we ignore the feeder on our wall (the sheep ignore loose minerals too). Mom says that drives her up a rope (though Uzzi and I haven’t seen her climb one yet). She gave up this spring and started bringing us goat licks.

Each animals' licks contain specific minerals
Photo by Sue Weaver

Affinity loves them too.

Minerals are important for all kinds of farm animals but we can’t all eat the same kind. We can eat the horses’ licks and they can lick ours, but the sheep can’t eat either one—too much copper is toxic to sheep and our licks contain more copper than they can safely eat.

So, Mom keeps us all in species-specific areas at night, so the sheep don’t get poisoned by our minerals. And she puts the horses’ lick up high where the sheep can’t reach them (though we can climb to reach them if we want some), even if they stand up on their hind legs.

Another thing about minerals is that they have to be formulated for the place you live, to balance out what’s lacking in the soil. Our licks have lots of selenium in them because our land is selenium deficient and selenium is something we really need.

We love our licks and Mom and Dad do too. We don’t waste minerals the way we used to and each lick comes in a big plastic pan we can eat out of when the lick is gone. There’s one thing that makes Mom shake her head, though. The Boers are messy eaters—and it shows!

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Cooking up a Safe Thanksgiving

HobbyFarms.com gives you tips on how to safely prepare a Thanksgiving meal
Two keys to preparing a safe Thanksgiving dinner is to wash all countertops and utensils and to pay attention to food temperatures.

Whether you’re hosting your first Thanksgiving or you’re a Turkey Day pro, your No. 1 goal this year should be to serve up a warm, delicious and safe meal. Because food safety is only one of the thoughts you are juggling as you clean the house and prepare for hungry guests, use this safety checklist to keep your food preparations on track and stomach-friendly.

Pre-cooking Preparation

  • Disinfect counters and cutting boards. Start out Thanksgiving Day with a bacteria-free kitchen. Use a solution of 1 tablespoon unscented chlorine bleach per gallon of water and get scrubbing. 
  • Buy a food thermometer. This will be your best friend in food safety this week.
  • Always wash your hands. Keeping your hands clean throughout your Thanksgiving preparations will help stop the spread of bacteria. Wash with warm water and soap for at least 20 seconds.

The Turkey

  • Defrost frozen turkeys early. As a general rule, allow a thaw time of one day per every 5 pounds of turkey. If you missed the date, thaw your turkey in a sink of warm water, changing the water every 30 minutes. Allow a half hour thaw time for every pound.
  • Avoid the counter. Never defrost a turkey on the counter. Instead, place it on a drip pan so that you can easily clean the mess.
  • Cook the turkey right. Bake at a minimum of 325 degrees F to kill all bacteria. Do not bake all night on a lower temperature. To make sure the turkey is cooked through, use a food thermometer to test the innermost part of the thigh, wing and breast. The temperature should read no lower than 165 degrees F.

The Stuffing

  • Cook the stuffing immediately.  Mix the wet and dry ingredients for the stuffing on Thanksgiving Day, right before cooking, to ensure you don’t grow any unwanted bacteria.
  • Keep the stuffing moist. Heat does a better job of killing bacteria in a moist environment.
  • Check stuffing’s temperature. The temperature of stuffing cooked inside the turkey should be at least 165 degrees F.
  • Throw out fresh, pre-stuffed turkeys. The USDA says the stuffing in these turkeys is highly perishable and breeding grounds for bacteria. Throw these turkeys away or try to get your money back.

Thanksgiving Side Dishes

  • Think ahead. Go ahead and make your breads and vegetable side dishes (like a yummy green bean casserole). Just be sure to keep them refrigerated at or below 40 degrees F.
  • Separate, separate, separate. Keep your fruits and vegetables away from your meat and poultry to avoid cross-contamination.

Thanksgiving Leftovers

  • Keep them cool. Immediately refrigerate all leftovers at a temperature below 40 degrees F to stop the spread of bacteria. Any dishes left out longer than two hours should be thrown out.
  • Freeze for the future. Leftover turkey keeps in the freezer for three to four months.
  • Reheat safely. When reheating leftovers, cook to at least 165 degrees F.

For more information on how to host the perfect Thanksgiving, consult this list of tips and recipes.

This Thanksgiving safety list was compiled with information provided by the USDA and the Partnership for Food Safety Education. 

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      Crops & Gardening

      The Cliffs of Cinque Terre

      The seaside cliffs of Cinque Terre
      Photo by Rick Gush

      About an hour down the coast from our home is a group of tiny villages built on seaside cliffs.  The name of this area is the Cinque Terre because there are five main villages along the coast. 

      The first photo here is of the largest of the villages, Riomaggiore, on the southern end of the Cinque Terre.  Up until a few decades ago, there were no roads to the Cinque Terre, and the only way to get there was either by boat, on the train, or using the foot paths that wind up and over the coastal mountains.

      The steep cliffs in this area have all been built up into terraces that house grape vines.  The bulk of this extraordinary rockwork was put in place after the fall of the Roman empire, when the locals needed to find a way to protect themselves from pirates. 

      The most notable landmark in our town of Rapallo is the little castle on the seafront that was built in the 1500s to house some big new cannons that were intended to help with the defense against the pirate Dragut, whose ships had been landing frequently in the area and stealing horses and women from the locals. 

      The cannons never were used though, because Dragut died the year that the fortification was completed, and the Genovese navy finally put an end to most of the piracy.

      Monorails are used to scale the cliffs
      Photo by Rick Gush

      All over Italy, people have built their villages and terraces on the sides of cliffs, presumably because pirates were usually too lazy to climb up the cliffs.  Because my own garden is also built on steep cliff, I feel a certain comradeship with Cinque Terre and often joke with my neighbors that we can all take refuge in the vegetable garden if the pirates ever attack Rapallo again.

      One of the impressive features of the Cinque Terre vineyards these days is the network of simple monorails that climb up and down the cliffs.  The second photo today is of one of the monorail engines.  One can see how the single track of the monorail goes straight up the cliff in the background.  The engines for these monorails are just little rototiller type engines, but they manage to pull the carts up the extremely steep slopes. 

      My wife and I went for a ride on one of these monorails a few years ago when I wrote an article about the Cinque Terre for an American wine magazine.  The ride was both exhilarating and terrifying.  These days the harvest and most work projects are accomplished with the help of the monorails.   I’m very jealous and would love to figure out a way to put a little monorail system on my own cliff.

      In the old days viticulture was a arduous process in the Cinque Terre.  Just hauling the baskets of harvested grapes up or down the cliffs to reach a collection point was incredibly difficult.  The cliffs are really steep and in some places they actually border right on the water. 

      Old stories spoke of farmers hanging themselves over the cliffs on ropes in order to harvest the grapes.   This may or may not have been true, but it is well known that loaded baskets full of freshly harvested grapes were sometimes lowered into waiting boats because that was easier than carrying the grapes along the cliffside paths.  Heroic agriculture indeed!

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      The Pumpkin Vandal

      A deer ate the Walliser's jack-o-lanterns
      Photo by Jessica Walliser

      My son’s pumpkin (written about in a previous post) made a terrific Jack-o-Lantern for Halloween.  He was thrilled to watch it grow, and he was more than happy to design Jack’s face and take part in the carving. 

      But a Halloween night visitor found Jack and left him face down on the front walk.  At first I thought we had a neighborhood prankster (I couldn’t imagine how since nearly everyone on our little street is at or beyond retirement age).  Then I realized Jack wasn’t smashed…he was eaten.

      We’ve had a female deer prancing around our front yard for the past few weeks, nibbling the random hosta and occasional coral bell. 

      I don’t mind her taking a few bites of my plants this time of year, but, golly, did she have to ruin our ‘art’ work?  The pumpkin’s face was now a gaping hole with a candle in it and deer tracks were everywhere.  Disappointing for sure. 

      A gardening friend told me to be happy that the deer didn’t eat the pumpkin while it was still on the vine.  At least we got to harvest and carve it, right?  That doesn’t make me feel any better.  Phoey.

      Outside of our marauding deer, life in the garden is beginning to wane.  The perennial beds have been cleaned out and put to bed.  The veggie patch has been limed and cover crops have been planted.  Lots and lots of daffodil bulbs are still waiting in the garage (a handful of Allium ‘Globemaster’ have already found their way into the garden), and the leaf clean up continues…and continues….and continues…

      I am suffering from leaf-induced insanity and have officially requested a leaf-sweeper for Christmas.  We have a large maple in the front yard and lots of gargantuan maple, cherry, and tulip trees in the back so the raking is non-stop.  The by-product of all the raking does make it worthwhile…eventually (when the leaves finally rot down into compost). 

      But it is such a backbreaking chore.  The neighbor has a leaf-sweeper on the back of his tractor.  I just lean on my rake and watch him zip up his own leaves while mine taunt me from below.  I need one of those.  It’s a good thing I’ve been so good this year.

      Even if I do get my coveted sweeper, I will continue to do some raking at least; for what would fall be if there were no piles of leaves for my son to jump in?  But, one small pile will provide a good hour’s entertainment.  There’s really no need for the mountain.

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      Recapping a Rainy Autumn Harvest

      The heavy rains helped drought conditions but hindered harvests
      Photo courtesy Sandy Bates Bell
      Andy Don Emmons and Sandy Bates Bell saw 12 inches of rain at their Central Texas farm between August and November. The Texas rains helped drought conditions, but hurt small farm harvests.

      Heavy rains in September and October 2009 challenged small farmers across the country planning their autumn harvests. According to the National Climatic Data Center, it was the wettest October in 115 years, with precipitation nearly twice the national long-term average. Now, small farmers have finally harvested a portion of their crops and assessed their losses.

      Redeeming the South
      The more than 10 inches of rain that covered South and Central Texas this fall greatly improved the damages caused by five years of drought, according to a report from the National Weather Service, but farmers still found themselves battling cool, wet conditions.

      In Central Texas, Andy Don Emmons and his fiancé Sandy Bates Bell were in the middle of their second hay cutting when the rains hit. Emmons’ family-owned farm received more than 12 inches since August, Bell said, causing them to lose an estimated 80 of 500 hay bales.

      The couple wanted to test crops in an heirloom garden this year in an effort to be self-sustainable. Their Sept. 4 plant date got pushed back to Oct. 20, as heavy rains kept them from tilling their soil and planting their crops.

      Now, the mud has dried, and daytime temperatures in the 70s and 80s have facilitated sprouting, leading Bell to hold on to an optimistic outlook.

      “The soil is dry and cracking and much sandier than I would have liked, but we are crossing our fingers that 50 percent will have some yields,” she said.

      For small farmer Christy Weick in Mt. Hermon, La., a record amount rain of caused significantly less problems on her farm than the 2008 drought.

      “There is enough moisture in the ground for our 2009 winter crops,” she said, adding that the crops include ryegrass and crimson clover. “In 2008, we just gave up and what grew just grew without a second thought about it.”

      Compensating for Loss
      In other parts of the country, where heavy rains were more of a challenge than a saving grace, small farmers had to stay flexible.

      Linda Koetitz plants tomatoes, potatoes and other vegetables on her small farm in northern Utah each year to feed her family throughout the winter. This year, her crop grew one to two months late, forcing her to travel to farmers’ markets for vegetables instead of her backyard garden. Once the crop blossomed, it all came at once and she had to work hard to take advantage of the harvest.

      “I had to can tomatoes like crazy since I only had a small window when they were ripe before the early hard freezes came,” she said.

      In Maine, Karen Paro’s crop harvest was less than in previous years, but she still managed to harvest and freeze some for use throughout the winter. She picked six pints of peppers, 20 quarts of green beans and an assortment of squash and zucchini; however, other crop did not make it to harvest.

      “The tomatoes grew but rotted before they ripened; the watermelon and cucumber plants got stem rot and never finished growing; and the lettuce went to seed almost immediately,” Paro said. 

      Lessons Learned
      Josh Gillming’s 7.5-acre farm in Kimball, Neb., saw three weeks of rainy weather with an average of 4 inches of precipitation a week. The months of August to October were the coolest on record for Nebraska, according to the NCDC.

      “Because of the cool temperatures and lack of sun, most of our tomatoes didn’t turn red on the vine,” said Gillming, who gave gardening a go for the first time this year. “We brought our tomatoes inside. We had 30 tomato plants and probably close to 100 pounds of green tomatoes, but they did turn.”

      This year, Doug Gifford, a hobby farmer in northeastern Missouri, experimented with small amounts of alfalfa and wheat to feed to his farm’s livestock. However, the alfalfa’s aversion to moist soil hindered its growth and he worries the cool, damp weather will make a weak wheat harvest. 

      “Because the crop was not established in the fall like I had hoped, I will have to either delay buying more animals or buy hay from someone else,” Gifford said. “That hurts my plans for raising almost all my animal feed on my own property.