Category: Agriculture

Webmaster’s note: The format of this column includes all of the Quill’s Endians participating at various times and in various ways! Phil writes this month’s column.

Practice Resurrection

Last fall, as the drought lasted and lasted, we started to bale feed in our neighbor’s field.  Bale feeding can improve soil and the stand of forage in a hurry.  By rolling out round bales and placing an electric fence just so, the cows waste little of the hay and manure the ground below them in an even manner.  What is left behind is a thin compost pile that feeds the communities of bacteria, insects, and microbes as they break down the hay and excrement left behind from the cattle’s slow move through the field.  Organic matter increases, minerals are made bioavailable, and the seed bank, including the new seed from the hay, is stimulated.  Time does the rest. 

If our previous experience with bale feeding holds, the field will become a lot more useful as not only feed, but also a carbon sink and soil creator.  Wendell Berry wrote “practice resurrection”.  On a very small scale, we can help it along and benefit the ecosystem while we benefit the cows by letting them live out their design as ruminants.
 

As this spring has progressed, this particular field, which is sandy-soiled and sloping, has been able to bear traffic with no damage.  So, we resumed our incomplete march to Back Ridge Road, and will be able to treat the whole field to bale feeding.  It is a pleasure to see the cows outdoors taking nutrients uphill that require no shoveling, no composting, and no spreading to do the thing.

Here is to cows pooping where they ought!

Heather and Phil Retberg and their three children run Quill’s End Farm, a 105-acre property in Penobscot that they bought in 2004. They use rotational grazing on their fifteen open acres and are renovating thirty more acres from woods to pasture to increase grazing for their pigs, grass-fed cattle, lambs, laying hens, and goats. Quill’s Endians are members of Halcyon Grange and publish a newsletter for their farm’s buying club of farmers in the area, and generously permit us to share some of their columns with Grangers. Visit the Quill’s End Farm Facebook Page for more information.

Webmaster’s note: The format of this column includes all of the Quill’s Endians participating at various times and in various ways! Phil writes this month’s column.

Search for the Holy Grail

March is like the third question posed at The Bridge of Death in Monty Python’s Search for the Holy Grail. To cross the bridge to spring, you must get it right or stump the questioner.

We know January. We come into it girded and resolved. We can because we know both the question and the answer. Like the first question posed at the bridge, “What is your name?”, we do not need to hesitate. We can tick off 31 days in January because we have realistic expectations and nights that last forever.

February can very much be like the second question, “What is your quest?” It can trip you up. An answer doesn’t come immediately because it takes a little priority and work to settle on such an answer in adult life, but it is still an answerable question. Just like question #1, you’ve answered this before.

We don’t expect much from February. Still girded and not quite out of resolve, we can take 28 or 29 days of it. Heads down and headed in the right direction, we expect nothing and are pleased when, toward the end of the month, we get a little reprieve. 

Not that we need it. 

But March, we might not be able to answer for March. March can be a sucker punch or a love tap. In order to pass to April, March asks, “What is the capitol of Assyria or the air speed velocity of an unladen swallow?” or rather more simply asks, “What is your favorite color?” March can bury you. In mud, in rain, in snow, in ice. The grip of winter weakens slowly. Our resolve gets tossed aside by the lies of a beautiful day leaving us prone for the next. It is a 31-day labor for spring.

All will be forgotten come April.

Heather and Phil Retberg and their three children run Quill’s End Farm, a 105-acre property in Penobscot that they bought in 2004. They use rotational grazing on their fifteen open acres and are renovating thirty more acres from woods to pasture to increase grazing for their pigs, grass-fed cattle, lambs, laying hens, and goats. Quill’s Endians are members of Halcyon Grange and publish a newsletter for their farm’s buying club of farmers in the area, and generously permit us to share some of their columns with Grangers. Visit the Quill’s End Farm Facebook Page for more information.

Webmaster’s note: The format of this column includes all of the Quill’s Endians participating at various times and in various ways! Phil writes this month’s column.

Winter Drought

With snow on the ground and winter enveloping us, it may seem hard to remember  that we still are in a drought. But it’s very present with us here at the farm this winter.

I’ve been thinking about it a lot this week because of a quickly approaching deadline for a drought relief grant. We are hoping to get funding for an irrigation pond. Re-charge rates, test pits, volume, acreage, conversion charts,  rates of application–all the water things are on my mind as the critters chew through the limited quantity of hay from last year.

I’m learning the multitude of steps involved should anyone ever dig a proper pond for irrigation.  It seems the excavator might be the first and last step instead of the only step. Lots of steps in between. In the meantime, I’m trying to set aside enough time to complete the actual first step, completing the grant application for funding.

Winter doesn’t help, even though I always think that is where time resides. “I’ll get to that in the winter, when I have time.”  Winter farming doesn’t really agree with that sentiment. Everything now must be hauled to the farm, into the barn, and back out. The hay, the water, the bedding.  The milk, the manure, the used bedding. The shoveling and the loading and unloading. They all take time, and daylight time at that.  There is nothing so wonderful after winter as watching cows poop on grass.

It’s hard to think of a pond, which only holds summery type feelings, when forking out 2027’s compost from the barn while wearing a load of laundry.  Perhaps, if I concentrate now and write the grant well, I can add some resilience in the future when drought strikes again.

Heather and Phil Retberg and their three children run Quill’s End Farm, a 105-acre property in Penobscot that they bought in 2004. They use rotational grazing on their fifteen open acres and are renovating thirty more acres from woods to pasture to increase grazing for their pigs, grass-fed cattle, lambs, laying hens, and goats. Quill’s Endians are members of Halcyon Grange and publish a newsletter for their farm’s buying club of farmers in the area, and generously permit us to share some of their columns with Grangers. Visit the Quill’s End Farm Facebook Page for more information.

Webmaster’s note: The format of this column includes all of the Quill’s Endians participating at various times and in various ways! Phil writes this month’s column.

Rings of Growth

Heather and I had a chance to walk along the shore on Saturday. The trees in those woods along the harbor hold up a mirror, I think, about the people, too, who inhabit the rugged coast of Maine.

A clear, cold January day in the single digits with a biting wind and little snow cover shows the struggles. Some of the trees seem to have taken wrong turns before beating a path toward a “success” that is not wholly guaranteed. One bad storm, one poor year and…
the experiment changes.

The tree becomes forest floor duff. In the meantime, hold on to that ledge with all you’ve got. Send out another root to catch an inch of soil. Nourishment and anchor all in one and a better chance to stave off the inevitable. It’s hard living along the coast.

But the beauty of the struggle is inescapable. The stone, stacked by God to hold just enough back from the open jaws of the Atlantic. The rockweed, placed just so that the tide delivers food for the stretching roots. The crooked, crooked shoreline to offer just enough windbreak to hold on. The clear, cold sky, reading stature and form like an open book, laying the natural history bare for any and all to see.

This winter has come off just right. It’s a reminder that another ring of growth comes with scars from the wind and the waves. This winter also shows us what is necessary for survival. A good roof over sturdy walls. Plenty of laundry layered on a body to be outdoors. Woods to break the wind. A full pantry to keep you. A farmer to fill it. 

Heather and Phil Retberg and their three children run Quill’s End Farm, a 105-acre property in Penobscot that they bought in 2004. They use rotational grazing on their fifteen open acres and are renovating thirty more acres from woods to pasture to increase grazing for their pigs, grass-fed cattle, lambs, laying hens, and goats. Quill’s Endians are members of Halcyon Grange and publish a newsletter for their farm’s buying club of farmers in her area and generously permit us to share some of their columns with Grangers. Visit the Quill’s End Farm Facebook Page for more information.