Cause and Effect

Cause and Effect

What a conundrum the people of planet earth find themselves in, at least the ones who are consciously aware. If you’re starving, or being bombed, or you have no water, if you’re poor and struggling for basic necessities, if you lack basic education, well then you may be too busy with survival to be aware, but you will be affected. You are the ones who struggle the most with the effects of stupidity and greed.

Our planet is changing. We seem to be bombarded with more extreme weather than “usual”. Some claim that media has made us more aware of weather phenomena than we once were; nothing is really all that different than before. Climate change is normal. This panic being roused in us is just media hype. Disasters make good stories. Others (including numerous scientists) claim we’re heading for the tipping point, the point of no return, and we must act now or face irreversible damage to our planet, even extinction.

Myself, I do not care if people believe in climate change or think it’s a sham. Belief doesn’t matter. What matters is that humans have been thoughtless, arrogant and greedy for centuries. We have believed for far too long that we are superior to all other species; that every mineral, critter, waterway, tree and piece of ground has been “created” especially for us to use (or abuse) as we see fit. And we have been and continue to be dumb enough to think we can manage nature, usually in a vacuum without recognition that everything works together.

Forget about global warming. 

Forget about climate change.

Let’s talk instead about pollution. 

I think that most everyone can agree that we have unthinkingly been using our air, land and water as a dump for the byproducts of “civilization” far too long. Our air is becoming less and less breathable. Our soil has been mined so long it’s fertility is all but gone. We use our rivers and lakes for waste dumping grounds and it’s getting harder and harder to find safe, palatable water sources to drink. We haul garbage out to the ocean on barges, creating islands of plastic and destroying the ocean’s ecosystem. We decimate forests leaving them vulnerable to insect infestations. We overfish, over hunt, attempt to manage wildlife. We leave wastelands behind when we mine for precious minerals and drill for oil. We take and take and forget to give back. We think we have a right to sit at the table. Our big brains have not made us good stewards of the earth. They have instead made us a plague upon it.

We know better now, don’t we? We did spend a very long time with our heads in the sand, reaping benefits and not seeing the down-side. But we can, must, open our eyes. And we can, must, attempt to remedy our past excesses, errors in judgement, foolhardy choices and begin to make new choices using better sense and better science. We need to add the environment into every equation when we put our shovels in the ground. We are smarter now....? We’ve seen the damage greed can cause. 

Think of the world you are passing on to your children, and theirs, and theirs.... This year do more. Encourage, support, praise individual efforts. Pass it forward, give back. Lobby for legislation to bring the big players in line. Encourage and support government decisions that promote good environmental stewardship, and don’t vote them out when they have the courage to do so.

A new year is just around the corner. It’s time. 

Happy New Year from North of 54!

The Pantry

With 7 dogs, 4 of which are over 100lbs, we use lots of dog food! Having been in the dog business since the 70’s, both Border Collies and guardians, we sought out the best deal for dog food - palatability, nutrition and moderate price being our criteria. We had a bulk deal from the local feed mill but the dogs stopped eating it after a while. We partnered up with another dog owner and trucked a large quantity from southern Alberta but storage began to cause problems. We gave most of the moderately priced name brands a doggy taste test. In the end Kirkland’s (Costco) lamb and rice won out. So at least once a month and often twice we head out on a dog food run to the city. Two hours there, two hours back, time to shop, and storing away purchases makes it a long and tiring day. 

Costco knows how to attract buyers, I’ve made many spur of the moment purchases there. All the stuff you simply must have is right at the door as you come in, next comes the electronics, followed by candy. They have quality meats, gifts, clothing, books, cheaper gas... Needless to say we load up on lots more than dog food on our city trips.

When we get home the work begins. Those large quantities must be broken up into smaller ones for freezing, room must be found in the fridge, and cupboard space for the rest. I believe in having a spare of nearly everything and a whole flat of things like mushroom soup, so when I start using the spare its replacement goes onto my grocery list. Between my stocked root cellar and my spare keeping habit we could probably eat well for a month or two and never leave home. But product back-up requires storage space and I was running out!

“I need another pantry,” I announced to my unresponsive-connected-by-bluetooth- deep-into-the-news on his iPad husband.

“Hmmm,” he mumbled.

That sounded like ‘yes, good idea’ to me. 

We have a small room we’ve called Grandma’s room ever since it was my mom-in-law’s bedroom when she stayed with us 6 months at a stretch many years ago. Grandma’s room has gradually become a storage/utility room, a catch-all for everything we couldn’t find a spot for. I moved a bookshelf upstairs, wiggled a few things around and made a place for a pantry about two feet wide. I was ready! I delved into some of the big box store’s websites on the Internet to see what I could find - size and price being my search parameters. I placed my order on a pantry cupboard 24”x11”x 60” from Home Depot - reasonable price, free delivery. Two days later I received an email saying my pantry had been shipped. For my shipping address I used the street address of a small business in the village as per usual, because there are no trucking outfits that bring goods out to the farms.

I phoned to check on my parcel several days later - not there yet. A week later, still not there. “This makes no sense!” I said, “UPS sent an email and it should be here by now.”

“Oh, it was shipped by UPS! Don’t you know they don’t deliver out here anymore, haven’t for quite a while.” Time to get serious about tracking down my pantry. I found a phone number for UPS, patiently listened to a recorded voice giving me many options to solve my problem, and finally found a human to tell me my pantry was in their warehouse and that they were looking for a trucking outfit to bring it out. Right. Suspecting they would not find anyone I suggested we re-route the package to the northwest side Home Depot. They and Home Depot agreed. But the pantry never got there.

On contacting UPS again I discovered it was still in their warehouse. “Okay, we’ll come and get it,” I said. “Where are you?” Their location on 28th Ave.N.W. turned out to be on the SE side of the city...?? (Am I the only one who finds that odd?) Off we went, clocking the distance at 192km from home! Free delivery, yep. Oh well, the south side Costco was a hop and skip away from UPS, so we picked up dog food too.

After a couple of days sitting in the shop in its box, my husband put my new pantry together and I filled it up with my spares and some less frequently used kitchen appliances. And I’ve learned my lesson about buying large items on the Internet when you live in the disconnected boonies - ship to the store for pick-up or shop the old fashioned way.

Out of Luck and Out of Pocket

The gradual demise of rural services

First we lost our postal outlet, located in the General Store on the edge of a hamlet about 5 minutes down the road from our farm. That was many many years ago. I remember we protested for all the good that it did. I even wrote a protest song! The post office was the life blood of the store and the local farming community. It provided revenue for the store’s proprietors and brought everyone in our area there to fetch their mail and maybe have chat with the neighbors too. And heck, while there you may as well pick up that pound coffee or jar of mayo you forgot to get in town last time. 

The store did manage to survive for quite a few years after the demise of the post office though. They sold gas, cigarettes and liquor - life's little essentials - and the post lock boxes were right out front. But I guess it was inevitable. The store is no more. The last owners found it insufficiently profitable for the amount of work it entailed.

The post boxes have been moved up the road a bit. We receive mail twice a week. The old store has been torn down. We can receive smaller packages now due to the addition of a few larger lock boxes. When a package arrives we get a key to unlock the box it’s in. We can, if we have stamps, mail a letter. For any other services provided by Canada Post we have to drive 4 times as far, to the closest village (30km).

I am not a grain farmer so the removal of the rail line and the grain depot in the nearest town (65km) did not affect me, but grain farmers now have to truck their grain to the city (175km), a not so environmentally conscious decision causing stress, time, trucking long distances and increasing costs.

The Auction Mart in town has been closed for quite a few years. It used to be a gathering spot for farmers. Every Thursday they’d be at the sale, poking around the odds and ends up for auction; watching, buying, selling cattle and sheep; giving away kittens, sometimes rabbits. It was always hard to find a place to park in town on auction day. Now we have to travel an additional 30 minutes to the next town to sell our lambs or find a buyer that will pick them up.

The feed store moved to the next town as well (an additional 30km). The time required to go to town to pick up feed or other essentials has increased by half an hour. Local co-ops have tried but not entirely succeeded to fill the gap. The loss of this service is felt by nearly everyone who farms.

I already wrote a blog about the federal gov’s new law saying vets must visit your farm annually if you expect to be able to purchase antibiotics for your livestock. Mileage charges make this law repressive for farmers who live in outlying areas.

We’ve also lost our high school, making longer bus rides necessary for young people who want to complete their grade 12.

The bus stopped coming to our area a few years back.Those of us who depend on the bus for freight or transportation have had to drive to town to access this service. As of November 1st Greyhound is discontinuing service to pretty well all of western Canada. Supposedly some smaller bus lines are stepping up to the plate, but minimal ridership out here may make even minibus lines think twice about feasibility. Lack of bus freight hurts many local businesses and alternative shipping options, other than a few couriers, do not exist.

I recently ordered a pantry from a large outlet that has numerous stores in the city. Easy on-line shopping with free delivery! They shipped it by UPS. Oops! UPS no longer comes to our area. But that’s another story.

My-oh-my do we ever have to drive a lot. Kind of hard to be climate conscious and use less gas. I remember asking the gov when the carbon tax came in, “What about those of us who live long distances from the services we need?” 

“You will be compensated,” they said. Right. Rebates are given to lower income people, but those of us who must drive long distances to acquire essential services (requiring fuel, maintenance, and time) are not part of the compensation equation.

I suspect that our rural district is not alone. Country folks who have a connection to the land and a love for the lifestyle are dwindling in numbers. The slow demise of rural services and amenities helps to create an environment conducive to the rise of gigantic corporate farms and feed lots with absentee owners and hired managers. Laborers on such farms have little stake in the local community.

We may be out of luck and out of pocket when it comes to acquiring services, but there is an upside. Self sufficiency! We by necessity have developed awesome organizational skills! We must remember to stock up on everything from gas to plumbing supplies, from livestock minerals to toilet paper, from stamps to diesel fuel, from coffee to fencing staples... We must be Jack’s and Jill’s of all trades and make sure we have the tools and parts we need to get the job done. We may be more and more isolated from the mainstream but we know our neighbors and understand the meaning of being neighborly. We value and strive for a sense of community. We are resilient. We need to be.

Duck’s On Ice

Oct 12, 2018 ML Tipton. 

An old story told once again...

My husband sat, eyes squeezed nearly shut, palm open over his brow, peering intently out the window by our kitchen nook. “Look at that white spot out there on the lake,” he said. “Do you suppose that’s one of our ducks?”

“No way,” I said, “looks like a piece of wood to me.” The mysterious object in question was near the beaver house, immobile on the lake’s icy surface. As the sun gained both warmth and brilliance and the thin skim of ice melted, the object began to swim and the duck’s identity was disconsolately established. Unlike the ducks in the contemporary joke, this duck did not fly away with the frozen lake. Since Peking ducks cannot fly, fate dictated that he die of hypothermia in the frigid lake water. That was several years ago and we learned a valuable lesson from our mistake - never allow ducks the freedom of the lake in Alberta’s late autumn. At the onset of winter lakes freeze from the outside edge, the deeper warmer water remaining free of ice considerably longer than the shallow shore. The thin film of ice along the shore becomes as effective as a fence, corralling flightless foul into the centre of the lake.

In August of this year we found ourselves once again in possession of a half dozen ducks. After a week or so in a pen to teach them that our farm was now home we led the ducks to the shore of the lake. A more delighted flock of ducks would be difficult to find than those six on that day! They bobbed and preened, splashed and luxuriated in the element in which they were born to reside. Remembering that frozen duck, we lured our new flock to shore daily for a feed of cracked wheat, keeping them tame and dependant.

Then, one by one they began to disappear. A hawk...an owl? Only two survived and, though they still came for their daily feed, they became as wary as wild ducks. They gobbled it up rapidly, retreating immediately to the water’s edge at the first sign of any unusual movement.

As September moved into the shimmering golden autumn of the aspen forest which covers a good portion of our farm, duck capture became a gnawing part of our daily consciousness. We tried the “Hansel and Gretel” approach, each day moving the chop a little further back, luring them further and further from the lake. Twice we sent our Border Collie, Mike, between them and the shore, but due to their small brains and kamikaze attitude herding them was impossible. Mike could only stop them by grabbing them one at a time! Thinking we’d capture one and the other would be left to die alone on the lake, avoiding the shore and the black, fearsome canine who he thought had eaten his brother duck, we told Mike to let them both go.

By Thanksgiving my husband had lost interest in the project. It had become tedious and time consuming and he had better things to do before freeze-up. But partial freeze-up had already come to the lake. On mild days when the ice thawed at waters edge I called them in my best ‘Here duck duck, quaaack, quaaack’ voice, but they would not come. Quite concerned as to their fate...I’m sure death by frozen duck syndrome had not occurred to them... they spent hours gossiping with the wild ducks who dropped by. It seemed they had forgotten where home was.

Undaunted, I decided to try surrounding the feeding area with a loop of page wire fence, hoping to rush between the ducks and the lake with a wire gate when hunger finally drove them in. But our sheep soon made a shambles of my wire trap and I had to go back to the drawing board for duck capturing ideas.

Time was drawing short. We began discussing the possibility of having to shoot them rather than allowing them to freeze. I had visions of a splash of red against white, a sudden and violent end to these unsuspecting free spirits. I still had hope. No I thought, let’s keep the gun on the rack for awhile yet.

One day after a rain the lake was completely free of ice. I was walking across the barn yard, heard the ducks quacking and saw them swimming toward their feeding area. My heart began to pound - now or never. I had to do something! I raced to the barn and grabbed the dog kennel they were kept in when we first brought them home, then I slid it along the ground to the top of the hill. I quickly captured our Akbash guardian dog and tied him up so he would not spoil my plan. I fetched a couple of bowls of chop and rushed to the water’s edge, calling, banging the pans against one another, hoping against hope the the ducks’ hunger would outweigh their fear. Little by little they waddled up the embankment, dodging and retreating, closer, closer, watchful, wary. I backed up with the pans to the kennel, placed them inside and edged away. They veered. I feigned disinterest. They moved up hesitantly and darted around the kennel, heads sliding back and forth on their long necks, glancing rapidly from side to side. At last one spied the bowl of chop inside and, casting caution aside, dove in and began to gulp back bill-fulls of grain. The moment the other one followed him in I pounced on the kennel door and slammed it shut. Hooray! At last! I raised a triumphant fist to the sky and shouted, “Yes! I caught the ducks! I caught the ducks!”

Since we could never eat two such brave survivors, our pet ducks now reside inside our barn with a hay house for warmth. The lake will be taboo for them until spring. Next year our duck roundup will begin earlier. Maybe we’ll get a few more to keep these two company, perhaps feed them inside a pen all summer, get them comfortable in an enclosure. Plan ahead, yes, next year we’ll plan ahead.

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I wrote this story many moons ago, not sure when but our Border Collie, Mike, has been gone for a long, long time. My husband used ducks in herding demonstrations at fairs. They are a spectacular site with their wings a-flap and people are amazed that a dog is able to walk them through a tunnel, over a bridge, into a tub of water, into a pen and back into the kennel they arrived in. Eventually we built a pen next to the lake with a portion of the lake incorporated into it. This sufficed for a few years until dry seasons lowered the lake’s level leaving the duck pen waterless. We no longer keep ducks but we still have the duck pen. The lake level has risen a lot in the last year or two...hmmm...maybe...?

Why Do We Do What We Do?

It’s September 15th. I just went out to my garden at -2 (Celsius) and  picked herbs lying under a blanket of snow, still falling from the grey skies overhead. My hands haven’t been this cold in years, reminiscent of lambing when we used to do it in January/February. Am I nuts? I wonder sometimes.

I jarred a box of pears and one of peaches, ate some fresh too, yum. But, after all my work I probably paid more for those British Columbia fruits than I would pay if I bought the fruit in jars or “fresh” from the grocery store! Mind you, canned or jarred store fruits are often imported from overseas and “fresh” is a label, not a reality. My home canned fruits do taste better. 

I have a crab apple tree and a Norland (larger than crabapples but best eaten fresh, don’t keep well). I jar apples in every form I can think of - juice, applesauce, whole crab apples, then I leave the rest for the birds and the sheep. This year I tried air-drying apples and they taste good - now to see how well they keep. 

I have green tomatoes ripening on a shelf upstairs. Alberta has long days in summer but summer is short, especially this year. Winter in September is a bit much! I grow a variety of tomatoes called sub-Arctic, a short season variety that still needs to be started indoors or bought from a greenhouse. We did get some vine-ripened red tomatoes this summer but the majority of the crop must be ripened indoors. I got them in just a few days before the cold set in. As they ripen I cut them in quarters and freeze them until I have enough to make salsa, soup or plain canned tomatoes. I’ve tried my hand at spaghetti sauce but haven’t ever been satisfied with my results.

I freeze peas because they taste better than canned, but I jar beans, some zucchini. I make pickles and more pickles and eat fresh cukes until I pull the vines. I make everything I can with raspberries - juice, jam, wine. We picked squashes a bit smaller this year - what can a family of two do with a squash that’s as big as a Halloween pumpkin? Onions are stored. Potatoes, carrots and beets are still in the ground. We’re hoping for some decent warmer weather to come before freeze-up and waiting for our root cellar to cool more. They are the last harvest before tilling, manuring, and the long wait for another summer when we do it all over again.

And the honey experiment, well we found out the flow hive does work in this climate, but our yield was disappointing. We have probed the internet and asked producers and pondered and wondered but all we have managed to discover so far is that keeping bees is complicating. Hopefully we succeed in wintering what appears to be a strong and healthy hive once again, and next year (my how often we say those words “next year”) we’ll get a better yield.

This insatiable  desire to live off the land, to grow organic, fresh vegetables and fruits in summer and preserve them for winter, where does it come from? I’m not preparing for some biblical “end times” or fearing a nuclear winter. Was I was born in the wrong century? Am I a throwback? I was a city gal before my husband and I “went back to the land”, yet I have comfortably fallen into this lifestyle as if I were born to it. Preparing all summer for winter, though a lot of work, is satisfying and I think work can contribute to better health. Sitting on your ass is not an option and that’s a good thing. When things need to be done they need to be done - now. It doesn’t matter if you don’t feel like doing anything that day. And when those warning snows arrive early it’s amazing how inertia can be overcome and what’s not done yet gets done. I’m okay with autumn arriving before the calendar confirms it. I hope for more warm sunny days, especially for all the farmers whose crops are still in the field, but I’m nearly ready to settle down in front of the fire on those long winter nights ahead.

Duh...

  

Much Ado About Nothing.

I really gotta laugh, ponder, wonder - where are the minds of legislators struggling to make consumption laws prior to the legalization of recreational marijuana? What do they think anyhow? Do they think people smoke pot like cigarettes - all day long, 10 or more a day? Are they expecting to see millions of pot heads roaming the streets stoned out of their minds 24/7? Do they understand at all what the word “recreational” means, when and where recreational activities normally take place? When alcohol was legalized after prohibition did every single person who likes to tip a bottle now and then end up on the street corner loaded drunk and providing a lousy example for youth? 

      

They worry over nothing and I doubt you’ll see much difference in recreational consumption once the celebration is over. I also think pot smokers will be glad to have a safe (pure and graded, nothing added) source to buy their pot as long as vendors and/or government(s) don’t get greedy and decide to charge way more than whatever it goes for now from a dealer.

Peach Cobbler

Summer is nearly over, at least as far as gardening is concerned. Gardening keeps me almost too busy. I’m driven by what’s ready to harvest and/or what needs doing, now or darn soon. It’s not possible to procrastinate for very long or your veggies become old and tough (beans, peas), over large (zucchini, cucumbers, beets, squash), overripe (apples), drop to the ground or get infested with wasps (raspberries), wormy (turnip family), too small (un-thinned carrots), sun burnt (un-hilled potatoes), dried out (lack of rain), stop producing (flowers not headed), too leafy (not pruned), frozen (not covered)... arghhh! Because of all this I tend to welcome the arrival of autumn! I’m tired. I’m nearly at the point of saying enough is enough and pulling some things out of the ground so they’ll stop producing and I won’t feel guilty if I ignore their final efforts of the season. But there’s always the sheep! They are quite fond of most garden produce, leaves and all, and they do enjoy crab apples. 

I inventoried my root cellar. I think I’m ready for end-times! Four more preserving projects left: an experiment in air drying apples, apple juice for jelly, ripening and processing the tomatoes, and finishing up the 10 gallons of raspberry wine I’ve got started. That will leave only the potatoes and carrots to harvest and store.

Here in the north we can’t grow a large variety of fruit. The growing season is too short, not warm enough, and the winters are too cold, killing off many attempts to ignore this reality. Apples and berries work best and are often smaller than you might find in warmer climates. Yummy summer fruits like peaches, pears, plums and apricots must be purchased. So, liking to support small business and preferring to buy Canadian, I order fruit by the case from the fruit truck that comes to town from British Columbia. These folks send a weekly e-mail listing of what’s available and what farms they come from. Their prices are fair and their fruit is of good quality. They also have organic fruit. (If you’re interested you can get on their mailing list for next year. Their e-mail address is info.bcfruittruck@gmail.com. They bring their truck to Jasper, Sangudo, Mayerthorpe, Barrhead, Fort Assiniboine, Westlock, SpruceGrove, and Valemount.)  I like to support their enterprise and appreciate what they’re doing. So many other amenities are not available out here in the boonies due to lack of support and dwindling rural population. So this year I got peaches and pears for canning and, of course, they’re so good we just have to consume some fresh. This is my favourite peach cobbler recipe; works good with apples too.

                                                                                                                                                  

The Golden Years? Planning for Retirement

Have you seen seen that warm and cozy snapshot of Grandma and Grandpa sitting on their porch looking out over the horizon, sun on their faces, Grandma with a cup of tea, Grandpa playing the banjo? (Yes, I know, could be us.) This lovely portrait may not be as idyllic as it appears. Maybe they are content, or maybe that’s all those old folks can afford to do.

Having spent 10 years in the hallowed halls of retirement I am often asked, “How much money do you need to retire?” 

And I always say, “Well, it depends on how you want to spend your time. Are you planning on a quiet life or do you want to get out and travel, do things you never had the time to do before? How much do you spend now? That amount is not likely to go down.”

Being debt free at retirement and owning your place of residence will help - a lot. If, however, you have no company pension, no RRSP’s (mutual funds, stocks, GIC’s), no source of revenue other than OAS (Old Age Security) and CPP (CanadaPension Plan) to draw on, you could be in trouble. 

How much pension money you will receive when you first retire is also very difficult to determine. Government websites are hard to navigate. 

How much money do you need per month? Difficult question. Government pension income is fixed and essentially goes down every year because the response to inflation is pretty unrealistic. The increase received this year is more like $20/month than the 57 cents claimed by that continually streaming meme on FaceBook, but rising expenses far exceed such a small monthly increase. Just look at the price of gasoline and heating fuel! Being rural and 40 miles from everywhere, those two items, plus insurance and maintenance of our farm truck and car, pretty well swallow up close to half of our combined government pension income. 

People who are not new to reading my blog know that we live a fairly simple life on a small farm. We are essentially a pair of  “back to the landers” right out of the early 70’s. We are partially retired now, running only about 1/8 of the number of sheep that we had when we were younger. Sheep sales (including putting one or two in the freezer) and our garden help us to keep our heads above water. Farm and pension income could be sufficient if nothing ever went wrong. IF - if we never repair or improve anything, if the ram hadn’t died, if my dog didn’t suddenly need a vet, if we don’t need new tires, if the well pump doesn’t seize, if hail doesn’t devastate the garden, if our health manages to hold up... There are an endless number of possible “ifs”! So far our government pension comes up short, on average, by about $1000/month.

What works in the beginning may slowly become insufficient. If you are depleting your savings rather than maintaining a sufficient balance to cover inflation and withdrawals you’ll have little choice but to pull back from all those little extras that make life special, and may eventually have to reassess what is essential. Inflation and circumstance can easily cause you to become financially marginalized.  Plenty of people these days are forced to work well beyond 65 in order to make ends meet. So, when planning your retirement, if at all possible, make sure you have an extra source of revenue to draw on. Assess you desires, your needs, and don’t forget that plenty of monkey wrenches will get tossed into the mix. Access every subsidy, insurance plan, discount, etc. for which you are eligible. These are not entitlements, you earned them through employment and taxes over your entire working career.

As you grow older you may, like me, prefer a simpler life style, close to home. You may even want to be that old couple on the porch I described above, smiling because they are truly content. Good planning, sprinkled with a healthy dollop of good luck, will provide you with a choice.

Traitor or Peacemaker?

Wow! Unbelievable! An American president taking the word of a Russian president and apparently turning his back on the witch hunt conducted by his own security services. An American president willing to sit down and talk with a Russian president, agree on some things, agree to disagree on others - how shocking is that? An American president willing to talk with North Korea as well! This just can’t be. He must be a traitor! 

Or should he be a candidate for the Nobel Peace Prize?

You can’t say it didn’t take guts (some would say stupidity) to call America out in this way, to say, “Look America, Russia is not the enemy. Isn’t it time to put this election interference issue to bed?”

I am no supporter of President Trump. Readers who are on my personal FaceBook page* are well aware that my opinions differ greatly from his on practically everything. But Russia is not responsible for his win and Hillary’s loss. She and the Democratic party are responsible. Hillary Clinton lost the election because she was just another one of those “establishment” candidates (and a woman) and she simply did not appeal to voters who are sick and tired of the politically correct, lying through their teeth, sneaky politicians they’ve been dealing with for so long. So, instead of choosing Hillary, Americans voted for a rich reality star, a businessman with shady dealings, a misogynist, a climate change denier, a man with the vocabulary of a twelve year old and startlingly childlike behaviour. Why? Because they are sick and tired of the elite dynasties that have been in control for so long, because the rich have failed to allow enough wealth to trickle down to the peasants, because the not so rich are tired of being buried in broken promises. So they chose a man who was able to make himself appear to be “one of the ordinary guys”, even though he’s far from ordinary.

Did Russia, under the direction of its president, attempt to sway the election by trolling the internet with both true and false statements about Hillary? Doubtful. As an interested party, I frequently express opinions about American politics and I am not a US citizen. If I sway an American voter’s opinion am I interfering in their election? People choose who they want to listen to, who they want to believe. We are all inundated with both true and false information. We have to read between the lines, keep an open mind. Heaven knows there is not one single news outlet out there that has no bias. Canadian news is no different. They are delighting in this new shocking story - Trump a traitor!?  What a juicy bit of fodder to chew on until the sensation wears down and another story surfaces to spark our interest for awhile. This story should up the ratings! Advertisers will be pleased. 

Does the media influence voters? With their descriptive words and the stories they choose to air they most certainly do. Perhaps someday media will take responsibility for the awesome power they wield.

Russia is America’s traditional enemy, always has been, always will be. The “Russians have been coming” for a very long time. I’m not entirely sure why they are so frequently singled out, why saying anything good about Russia is tantamount to political and/or business suicide. The past is riddled with enemies who are now allies and trading partners, so the past should not be blamed. Having diametrically opposed opinions as to which regime should stay, which should go, and why, and what business is it of ours anyways, that should not single out a country to be an “enemy”.  A country with a nuclear arsenal? Maybe it would be better if that country were a friend. But no, Russia bashing is so prevalent in American society that I wouldn’t be surprised if they were somehow blamed for the failure of Grandma Fiona’s tea cake recipe!

As much as I barely tolerate the current US president, his policies and the people he has chosen to work closely with, this time I feel I should say, “Thumbs up. Good on you President Trump.”

Kill Them, or Watch Them Suffer...

Small is beautiful they say. I once read a book, Small Is Beautiful* by E.F. Schumacher, which discusses the economics of just that. Here in rural Alberta, after farming for over 40 years, we are still small, even smaller than we were a few years back, and yes, we think beautiful. But we are more and more running into livestock regulations favouring large and larger, making it increasingly difficult to survive as a small livestock producer. The latest ruling from above has crippled our ability to manage the health of our sheep flock. Imagine our surprise when we went to the vet’s office prior to lambing and discovered that we could not purchase any broad spectrum antibiotic to have on hand should the need arise. Once again, Ottawa’s bureaucratic fat cats have handed down a regulation which on its surface appears to be for the good of the people, but lacks any concept of the negative effect on those who are expected to accept and adhere to their decree. This new federal regulation** has been set in place because overuse of antibiotics, mainly in the human population, has had the result of creating “super bugs” (mutated bacteria resistant to currently available antibiotics). Health Canada’s regulators, sitting behind their comfortable desks with their secure salaries stuffed in their wallets, have decided that livestock producers are contributing to the creation of these super bugs by using too many antibiotics. (I doubt if any of these people have ever set foot on a farm.) Their solution? Don’t let the farmers buy antibiotics over the counter. They must be prescribed by a veterinarian. Only a qualified vet can make a decision as to when an antibiotic is needed. Hmmm.

Obviously, Ottawa is unaware that livestock producers do not all live within a few miles of a veterinarian. Nor do producers go wild and inject antibiotics just in case an animal may become sick. Vaccines are used for this. Profit margins are small. Antibiotics are expensive, even more expensive for small producers because they are unavailable in small quantities. This necessitates the purchase of over-large bottles that are barely touched in a season and expire with about 90% of their contents unused. But wait, that’s no longer true! We can no longer buy antibiotics at all! Now vets dispense syringes with only the amount of drug required to treat the one animal they see! And they must see that animal, or at the very least they must come to your farm annually, inspect your flock and discuss management practices, then make a judgement as to whether or not you have the intelligence to recognize when an animal is sick and needs an antibiotic injection. It should be noted that veterinarians are not happy with these regulations either, though they may profit by them.

So my bottle lamb with the weepy eyes and running nose, the lamb with navel ill, the ewe that managed to tangle twine in her foot, cutting circulation and causing infection - any animal in need, well, Ottawa says too bad, Mr. and Mrs. Farmer, you’re too dumb to know when an antibiotic is required. You must get the vet out to check on them. 

In our situation this essentially means shoot your animal or hope he manages to recover on his own. Why do I say that? Isn’t that a bit extreme? I don’t think so. We live 40 miles from the nearest vet office. The vet charges $4.95/mile, both ways, just to come out. That’s $396 before he even looks at the flock, for which I’m quite sure there would be a good sized price tag with an additional cost for any drugs prescribed. So say $550-$600 annually for this legislated process to take place. For our small flock that produces about 25-30 lambs, that’s about 1/6 of gross income!

And net income? Sometimes I wonder if we are just kidding ourselves as to there being any profit after input costs. Ewes eat hay in winter, grain before lambing and during lactation, many producers also creep feed the lambs with grain to give them a boost. Fixed costs - buildings, fences - need maintenance. We spent $4000 on fencing just this year to repair our corral and sorting system. Besides all of this I can quite honestly say every sheep we ever loaded onto a truck and took to the vet died, with a hefty price tag attached.

Large producers can afford to get a vet out once a year. They will get the antibiotics they need. Their profit margin, based on volume, may take a small, insignificant drop. Feeds lots, intensive pig barns, chicken barns, where animals are crowded together in unnatural circumstances, are, I suspect, where antibiotics are used on a large scale. Small operators, where animals are kept under natural conditions, are less likely to need antibiotics. We use them sparingly. This year we are using an expired bottle of Bio-Mycin when an antibiotic is needed. Next year...Well, I guess we and our sheep are out of luck.

It’s a way of life. We produce our own meat, we produce our own vegetables and much of our own fruit. If we did not do this we could never manage. I’d like to close with a quote from the preface by John McClaughry, added in 1989 to Small Is Beautiful. He quoted from a British magazine called Resurgence, where Schumacher was an associate editor. The magazine called into question “the existing power structures of the world, not because they are Capitalist or Communist or Fascist or whatever, but simply because they are too big. ...We envision a Fourth World, where government and economics are under genuine human control because the size of such units are small, sensible, and human scale, where there is a maximum of decentralized decision making, and where the pace of change is regulated not by the appetites of an overmighty minority for profit and power, but by the day to day needs of small-scale human communities and the psychic capacities of their members to adapt.

*Small is Beautiful: Economics as if People Mattered, E.F. Schumacher, London: Blond and Briggs,1979

**Responsible use of Medically Important Antimicrobials in Animals - Canada.ca

https://www.canada.ca › animals › actions

Watching the Puppies, and the Garden, Grow...

So I have a moment, but I’m antsy. Outside is calling. It’s sunny with a breeze. The field garden needs watering, the berry garden needs attention, there’s dry laundry on the line and another load in the machine. This time of year I’d rather be outdoors watching the garden grow than be in the house doing the “house thing”. I can do the house thing all winter!

I just moved Neela’s puppies under the stairs in the kitchen. They’ve been in our bedroom up to this point. But their eyes are open now and their instinct to leave the nest to relieve themselves has kicked in. My bedroom rug tells me this is not acceptable, even though I put absorbent cloth all around their nest, and the kitchen floor is easy to wash. So, we’ll see how this works. I thought Neela would have a fit since the kitchen is also where our ancient and ailing guardian dog, Doc, resides. But so far she seems to be perfectly content with the new digs. 

When the pups have gained a bit more size they’ll go out into our kennel. The kennel is made for larger dogs and has too many dangerous spots where a pup this tiny can either get lost or hurt. We could put them in the log barn, but it’s dark and isolated so I’m hoping the kitchen works for awhile. Puppies need to be socialized. We have dealt with unsocialized dogs and, well, it’s better if they’re used to people. The grandgirls are coming for a visit soon. Socialization of the best kind!

I am of course, talking about Border Collies here, not guardian pups. Raising guardians is a whole different story. They need minimal socialization, enough to keep them from being aggressive toward people, but their job is to bond with the sheep, live with them and protect them from predators. You don’t want a guardian dog who hangs around the house waiting for a pet or a romp with his people! Some folks treat Border Collies with less affection - they’re working dogs some say, not pets - but we’ve never found any problem with loving our working dogs. They work because they love it; they obey because they love you and learn to respect your commands, even though there’s times when they probably know better than you.

Our fencing project is coming along, the new corral is nearly complete, have started on re-fencing the gardens. Most of the garden plants have peeked through the ground. When I say watch the garden grow, well you very nearly can here in the centre of Alberta. The season is short but the days are long. Soon we’ll have daylight from four-ish in the morning until eleven-ish at night. And the grass! You can barely keep up. We let our sheep graze our lawn every morning, their favorite pasture, but they can’t keep it down enough that it doesn’t need mowing.

 

Going outside, just can’t stay in. ‘Tis not the season to sit at a computer typing...