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.

Hanging on and letting go…

As humans, we want to hold on to the good things: A perfect day.  A good hearty laugh.  A job well done.  Satisfaction.  A great meal. Love.

And yet, as humans, we also hold that all good things come to an end.

I had to let one good thing come to an end last week.  As far as things go, a Toyota Tacoma with 356,000 miles on it is at its scheduled end.  Perhaps beyond it, since it came to Quill’s End uninspectable several years ago.  Alexander got it back on the road, and for 50,000 miles, it served me well.  It also served as a great memory, as it was passed onto us by someone we loved, whose time came to an early end.

Now, I vacillate over this little truck’s future.  I want to think that it can continue on with the right fix.  I want to take it for granted and have it last forever, to hold on to the good thing.  I want to know that I’ll still think of my friend while driving down the road, and smile at his relentless kindness.

But for now, I’ll pass it twice a day, still buried in the mud from its last attempt to bring water to the hogs in the lower field, its frame cracked from the force of trying to separate it from the suction of the saturated soil.

Can I take consolation from a search for my next Tacoma?  The excitement of the possibility of another good thing?  Perhaps another story, another memory can accompany me as I drive and work.

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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. Heather is Vice President of Halcyon Grange #345 and writes a newsletter for their farm’s buying club of farmers in her area and has generously permitted 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.

At Least There’s Still Bacon…

Two years ago I resigned myself to the reality that, despite my best intentions, I would just never get to the task of improving an overgrown two and a half acres on the farm, the “Hidden Field”. I had cleared and rocked it 15 years earlier, but never improved its fertility so that it would produce good grass. I looked away for a second and it grew trees.

I had to come up with a plan that put me down in the Hidden Field every day because, as the adage goes, “A farmer’s feet are the best fertilizer.” The first step was to level the alder patch.

A friend of ours had just started a land-clearing business with a machine that literally shreds trees and incorporates them back into the soil. It is a beast of a machine that exists only for tree death. After he finished his work, and I was still ruminating potential uses for the new clearing, it grew nasty woody shrubs. Time for action.

With Benjamin’s return to the farm from college last spring, uses for that piece of land started to become more possible, so… I called in the hogs. 

We have now rotated hogs over about half of that ground. They match my friend’s machine in disruptive power, but also fertilize and produce pork on the side.  How clever am I?

Coming into this “winter,” I had to choose whether to leave the hogs on that patch or move them closer to the barn. Getting feed and water to them 1/3 mile away and across our main field could prove difficult in the shoulder seasons. I thought I’d order up two different weather scenarios in order to cover my bases. Old-fashioned Maine winter with frozen ground for easy transport of food and water OR mild, dry winter for less easy, but not all that messy, transport.  

I got mixed results with my order and got a mild and wet, wet winter. Not the ideal that I ordered up. Getting a truck to them has become tricky, and has churned more soil than I like. I’m afraid that working that two and a half acres has now become slightly more.  I’ll have to clean up my mess come warmer weather. My cleverness thwarted, at least there’s still bacon.

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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. Heather is Vice President of Halcyon Grange #345 and writes a newsletter for their farm’s buying club of farmers in her area and has generously permitted 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.

From Melting Heart to Skeptic to Squealsome

In the recent past, I wrote a series of missives that featured our dairy cows, and brought you a glimpse of their characters and dispositions.  Many of the cows inherit their dams’ looks, personalities, and intelligence.  It is not uncommon for us to mistakenly call a cow by their mother’s name or do a double take to be sure at whom we’re looking.

Our latest round of calves from Pippin, Ariel, and Emily are no exception to the observation, and minutes in their presence can take me back to when Pip and Ariel were calves (we did not know Emily as a calf.)

Time will tell whether they grow into more of their mother’s attributes, but for now, the basics are certainly showing through.  An entry into their pen will most likely yield a quick response from Pippin’s calf, and a heart-melting face that demands a good scritching.  Pippin had that same presence as a calf.  

Out of curiosity, Ariel’s calf will approach me, but, like Ariel, she’ll not demand.  She will quietly, patiently wait.  I hope she will get Ariel’s quiet sweetness, and her keen mind.  You don’t really need to show Ariel twice.

Emily’s calf?  She needs other engagements in order to tolerate me.  Pet her during breakfast, sure, but afterwards…why?  Emily is fairly new to Quill’s End, and has taken her time warming to my care.  She is still a skeptic.  I figured it was a nurture, not nature phenomenon.  Now I’m not so sure.  Is skepticism a genetic trait?   I am sure that I’d like to end the skepticism in her progeny.

It really is a blessing to work with the cows generation after generation.  It is something I do not get to do with the hogs we raise.  We do not keep sows, but buy in piglets.

Our last four batches of piglets have come from Emma and Trent Quinby of Spring Tide Farmstead.  Avid porcine advocates, they wax eloquent about the sows from whence our piglets come.  I get to hear about the particular personality traits that have been passed on to the piglets.  I have yet to ask about one particular piglet in our winter-spring batch.  In 20+ years of raising hogs, I’ve never had one that squeals from the moment I arrive to feed until the moment his mouth is too full to vocalize.

That little guy loves his vittles.  His excitement at mealtime is truly enviable.  He has been thinking about mealtime since mealtime, and one more second is one too many.  I have to smile while feeding this guy, and at the quiet that my efforts produce. 

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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. Heather is Vice President of Halcyon Grange #345 and writes a newsletter for their farm’s buying club of farmers in her area and has generously permitted 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.

No Need for Words

It has been a week for new beginnings at Quill’s End Farm. A new batch of 8-week-old piglets from Spring Tide Farmstead in Sedgwick arrived first. Then came two heifers from cows Pippin and Ariel.

Most times, calvings go ever so smoothly, and sometimes, well…snafu.

Pippin made a snafu. In the wee hours of Wednesday, she birthed her heifer in the coldest spot in the barn. You’ll recall we had some weather on Wednesday. By the time I arrived in the barn for morning milking, that little calf was cold, and her attempts to stand weren’t enough. Calves really need to get up and going quickly. They also need to find that magical colostrum elixir to survive and thrive. I tucked her into a warmer spot for the duration of milking time. But by the time I finished, she could barely suck on a nipple. 

Fortunately, under slightly different circumstances last year, I learned how to intubate a calf. That saved a life this week, as her first four feedings required nothing of her. Every chore time, we offered her a bottle with her mother’s warm milk. Yet on day two, even Carolyn’s hour-long effort only put four ounces into her. 

Imagine our surprise the next chore time when Carolyn tried again and the calf nursed down a litre (just over a quart here in the USA) in record time. We knew then she would make it. My heart jumped the next morning when upon my arrival in the barn, she was nursing from Mama Pippin like a champ. No more intervention needed.

In stark contrast, Ariel (Pippin’s daughter) calved this morning. I knew it would happen today because she told me.

When a dairy cow is on vacation from lactation, she does not come into the milking parlor. The cows in milk know their turn and wait at the door to the parlor accordingly. Ariel has not set her aims toward that door for two months, but she did this morning. Over the half door, she looked at me longingly as if needing attention, and then found a spot in the barn to isolate herself.

During milking time, the barn floor is devoid of bedding as it has been removed with the manure. Not until after milking, while the cows are all still eating, is fresh bedding applied to the floor. Ariel waited patiently. As soon as I bedded the best calving spot (extra thickly), she made her nest and got to work. Two hours later the calf was on her feet and looking for nourishment. 

Most times, things go ever so smoothly.

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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. Heather is Vice President of Halcyon Grange #345 and writes a newsletter for their farm’s buying club of farmers in her area and has generously permitted us to share some of their columns with Grangers. Visit the Quill’s End Farm Facebook Page for more information.