Monday, December 30, 2019

Unexpected Abundance


Many hands make for light work, and many friends make for a truly blessed farm.  I am overwhelmed with the blessings that the animals & I received today, and I am tremendously grateful for my amazing friends who support me & the farm through thick & thin.



On Friday, I received an update from our local Farm Bureau office that a company was seeking a farm that could take in produce no longer fit for human consumption.  I reached out to this business, and learned that they had been engaged to clean up a semi truck and its load that had tipped over & spilled on the highway.  With that highway cleanup complete, the company now had a giant load of old produce of which they wished to dispose.  I told them that we would be delighted to use it, but we were limited by our ability to transport.  Their representative then said that they would bring it to us, if we would agree to take it all.  With that unexpected good fortune, I was next faced with the query of how we could efficiently unload a 53’ trailer that was supposedly packed full of produce.



I am very bad at asking for help.  I hate to impose on people, despite my friends reinforcing with me that I need to get better at asking for help.  After being told that it took five men with a skid steer an hour to load up the semi trailer, I realized that it would take a ridiculous amount of time for just me, herd manager Alex, and student assistant Austin to be able to unload it.  I put a post out on the Harrison Farm Facebook page asking if anyone might be able to assist us with unloading . . . And I was completely overwhelmed with the response by our farm community!  



A semi trailer full of produce in real life is even more gigantic than what the mind can imagine.  While the driver & I unstacked boxes from the truck, an amazing team of volunteers helped unload and re-stack box after box after box.  Thank you from the bottom of my heart to Heidi, Aubry, Rebecca, Amber, Haylie, Natalie, Helen, Josiah, Enzo, Julie, Olivia, Tiffany, Kendall, Kristin, Michelle, Susanne, and Marissa for pitching in!  Their generosity of time, positive attitudes, and absolute grit made a Herculean task manageable.  



Sustainability is very important to me: environmental, financial, and social.  It was deeply gratifying to know that we were gifted with such a massive stockpile of beans, cabbage, and greens for the animals to savor through the winter months.  This will be quite a help financially.  The amazing byproduct of this effort is that we kept a whole semi load of produce out of the landfill, which is fantastic.  Having our farm community respond so generously to make this possible truly reinforced for me that people value farms in our metropolitan area.  



Over the holidays, with temperatures falling on this winter morning, it would have been easy for my friends to stay in their comfortable homes.  Instead, they showed their support through word & deed, making this great blessing possible for the animals.  I want the farm to be a place where we live as if the world were what it should be, to show it what it can be.  Today our farm community truly made that possible.  The animals & I are so grateful!


Saturday, November 30, 2019

The Legend of the Huge Farm Subsidies

As a farmer, I am very used to seeing or hearing inaccuracies about agriculture in the media.  It is usually something simple — hay being called straw, eggs said to come out of a chicken’s “butt”, a hair sheep referred to as a goat — and such things cause me to laugh, shake my head, and go on with my life.  If anything, such an experience simply becomes a new opportunity for me to quiz my interns to ensure they know the proper information.  Every once in awhile, though, an inaccurate portrayal of farming makes me angry.  I am sadly used to the false propaganda used by activists groups that oppose agriculture.  Such things bother me, but I do not waste time when I recognize that the person perpetuating the falsehood intends to do so for their own purposes.  What makes me angry, though, is when someone who means well unwittingly presents farming in an inaccurate way that could harm perceptions of the whole farm community.



Recently, I was listening to a podcast that I enjoy.  It is based in Central Ohio, and this episode featured a comedian who is now living west of Columbus in a rural community.  I was quite enjoying his humor about adjusting to a farming community, getting chickens, and leaving an urban lifestyle behind.  I was very taken aback, however, by his representation that farmers are all a bunch of socialists with their dependence on huge government subsidies.  It was said in a light-hearted way of attempting to contrast the traditional conservative values of farmers with the personal political beliefs of this comedian.  It upset me, though, as it made me realize yet again how misunderstood agriculture is in our country.  It upset me to think how hard I work to barely scrape by, yet a misperception was being shared that farmers are effortlessly flourishing thanks to government tax dollars.

For most of my life in farming, I had very little to do with government programs.  I always joke that goats are libertarians by nature, and thus there are no commodity programs for small ruminants.  In the early 2000s, during a drought year, my mother had me fill out documentation to receive funds that were allocated for livestock farmers struggling with poor pastures.  At the time, my mother & I were partners in the goat endeavor, and so I followed her suggestion.  I received a check for a couple hundred dollars, which was a huge help to buy hay.  Having observed some of the frustrations of my mother’s experiences working with government programs, though, I did not pursue any further funding initiatives through the US Department of Agriculture.  The goats & I happily struggled to make money through the free market — emphasis on the struggle.

When I became the farm owner, though, the annual tax bill became the fixation of my world.  I have spent nearly my whole life working this farm, but I only became the legal owner in January 2017.  And since that day, paying the tax bill has been the top priority of my life.  We are incredibly fortunate in Ohio to have a program called CAUV, which allows farmland to be taxed on its current agricultural value.  Even with that help, however, being in an urban county creates a much higher tax bill for me than the rates in neighboring counties.  Most recently, the tax bill was around $120 per acre.  In contrast, a friend of mine who farms in a neighboring county (which is more rural) has a tax bill of $45/acre.  That is a big difference!  

Raising livestock is a labor of love for me, but it is not the most profitable endeavor.  As I became a new land owner, I strategized how to best find ways to use the farm to pay bills.  My neighbor & I became partners in raising row crops on part of the farm.  The first year (2017), we planted corn.  The soil does best with a crop rotation, and corn was what the ground needed — even though soybeans would have made much more money.  As a farmer, it is important for me to be a good steward of the land.  Our first corn crop went well, and I was excited that we would plant soybeans in 2018 to bring in much-needed income.  New land owners are faced with significant bills to pay, and I was anxious for income to pay down bills.  Unfortunately, the trade war with China that was launched in 2018 rendered our soybeans of far less value than they would have had in any other year.  Once again, I told myself that the next year would be better . . . And once again, it got worse.

Spring of 2019 was the wettest which I recall.  Crops were delayed in planting.  Then, after it rained and rained and rained, it suddenly stopped.  We had a terrible drought through August and September.  We were fortunate to get our corn harvested in a prudent time frame, but the weather impact was significant: in 2017, our corn produced 232 bushels per acre, but in 2019 it was only 165 bushels per acre.  That is a very significant decrease in yield, not even considering the terrible prices at which the crops were sold.  Rounding numbers, we sold approximately $15,000 of corn this year.  Expenses were  a little over $11,000.  That left only $4,000 to put toward an annual tax bill of around $10,000.  And that does not even consider all the other expenses of the farm.

Now coming back to why I bristled about the perception that farmers are receiving huge subsidies . . . Yes, I am sure that there are individuals receiving federal dollars in the realm of agriculture who are misusing the system.  This happens in every government-funded program.  The reality of the supplemental payment which I received through the Department of Agriculture is quite different than what the comedian theorized on that podcast.  Through the Market Facilitation Program (set up to provide aid due to the trade difficulties facing American farmers), I received two payments totaling approximately $1,500.  With that $1,500, I could put it toward the $10,000 tax bill, or I could pay my amazing herd manager for almost two weeks, or I could pay the feed bill for about the same time, or I could pay my health insurance for almost three months, or I could put it toward my loan payments . . . but in the scheme of operating a farm, the payments were a small amount.  I am very, VERY grateful for that $1,500 — truly, thank you my fellow tax payers! — but I want to make sure it is understood that we farmers are not flush with cash thanks to bountiful government subsidy programs.  

This summer I was having a conversation in which the other person told me about a TV show they watched which had featured a female entrepreneur.  This business owner on TV stated that no one should start their own business unless they were willing to work 70 hours a week.  The person with whom I was speaking shared with me how absolutely horrible this was, as no one should ever have to work more than forty hours a week!  My face must have had quite a reaction, as the other person then nervously laughed and acknowledged that I likely worked 70 hours a week.  I corrected them that actually my reaction was based on trying to mentally calculate if I could get down to 70 hours a week!  

Being a farmer is a calling.  It is not a job like other jobs.  It is my responsibility every single day to care for the land God created and the creatures upon it.  I know how incredibly fortunate I am.  My family who came before me prepared me for this task, and I am surrounded by the most amazing friends in the whole world who support me continually.  I get to do what I love every single day, with a level of independence that I cherish.  But it does not come easy.  It is hard to believe that I could work all year with little rest, add successful new opportunities for our farm, expand our markets, have a wonderful team working with me . . . And still find myself perilously managing the debt at the end of the year.  Virgil Harrison taught me well that it will get worse, and the animals & I will keep endeavoring to persevere.  Transparency is very important to me as a farmer, and I want my writing to be a window into my life in agriculture.  And the one thing I can definitively verify (no matter the many arguments related to the current farm programs) is that this farmer is not getting rich from abundant government subsidy payments.  Frankly, I doubt any could.

Saturday, January 19, 2019

RIP, Our Beloved Howie the Duck

Howie the Handicapped Duck, aka “The Howess,” slipped peacefully away in her sleep to the great duck pond in the sky on the afternoon of Wednesday 16 January 2019.  Howie hatched in September 2017, and spent her early days at the Delaware County Farm Bureau Fair Tent.  She then journeyed to Harrison Farm, where she met her beloved human Marissa — inspiring in this young farmer her purpose & passion as a Duck Farmer.  Howie was noted for her excellent egg production, laying her first egg (and definitively establishing her gender) on 27 March 2018.  Howie endured gracefully not only the cacophony of the Fair, but also hip spraddle, a slipped tendon, and the arrival of seven new ducks who she adamantly disliked.  She enjoyed swimming in the duck pool she received from her friend Kellie, quacking angrily at Esteban the Duck, judging the visiting yogis, and sleeping on the comfy bedding donated by her friend Sue.  Howie is survived by her Duck Farmer Marissa, a distraught goatherd, her spirit dog Howie Patterson, her favorite egg customer Rebecca, and 300 frenemy chickens.  She was preceded in death by her poultry BFFs Brewster the Rooster and Honey the One-Eyed Chick, and it is hoped they are now enjoying sunny weather together in a land where poultry are free from spraddle, strokes, and blindness.  Howie was buried in a private family ceremony, with eulogies offered by the Duck Farmer & the Goatherd.  A public memorial service & wake will follow in springtime, as Howie — as a good member of the Harrison Farm Family — hated winter.