Thursday, June 2, 2016

The state of farming – a rant as I see it


As I head out for a couple of months of sleeping in a hole in the ground, I can’t help but reflect on what has come through the media in these past weeks – and my subsequent perspective. We have seen a massive backlash against the giant duopoly (Coles/Woolworths) for milk, and have seen the cheap supermarket branded milk left on shelves while the more expensive farmer branded milk sells out. Anything that allows farmers to meet their costs is welcome, and is to be supported.

There were also reports of farmers without the same levels of public awareness or pricing controls who are also struggling. One of these was a farmer who has a couple of hundred acres of limes, who said that the price he receives varies so much across the season that there are times where he won’t pick, but rather drops the fruit to the ground as it just isn’t worth sending trays of fruit to market.

Now, age and distance may have provided my perspective, but I think what follows is common sense (as oxy moronical as that is in this age, devoid of sense, common or otherwise). Distance – I am of the land, but spent a couple of decades working in corporate industry. During that time, I always dreamed of being back on the land, and we have now attained that dream. Almost. I have researched extensively in how we might live lighter on the land, yet pull what we need from it (including an income). And age – time doesn’t always engender wisdom, but I would like to think that I have had the opportunity to research many differing perspectives without being stuck inside a single paradigm.

In any case, what follows is my thoughts on poly versus mono-culture.

The fellow who is complaining about the market for limes, yet has 200 acres dedicated to them has missed the mark (in my opinion). I feel deeply for him for the financial struggles he is facing, but there is a better way. He will be spending many tens of thousands of dollars each year on maintaining his monoculture crop. This money will be spent on machinery, chemical sprays and probably bee hives to pollinate his flowers. He will slash the grass between his rows of trees, and have a massive packing shed to maintain. In addition to this he will be bringing in external inputs by way of fertilisers that provide short term solutions but eventually weaken the soil his livelihood is planted in.

Because bees cannot survive on single pollen crops, the hives he brings in each year will struggle to survive (as happens in California with the almond orchard pollination each year). And for all of this heartache, he reports that he is living close to the breadline.

On the flip side, there is a gardener in Canada named Jean-Martin Fortier who has established a market garden with his wife Maude-Helene on 10 acres in Quebec. Of the 10 acres they only crop 1.5 acres at a time, and focus on growing better, not bigger. They maintain a diverse range of crops (40 – 50 vegetable crops in a polycultural rotation), with the end result that the soil quality improves with each rotation. The key thing to note with this garden is that they have no mechanical liability, so no major capital infrastructure that can impact on margins. They have not extended their commitment past what they can handle with some limited assistance – and they are making significant profits each year.

For the monocultural lime farmer, if there is a bug in his orchard, his income is decimated. For the market gardener – white cabbage moth might take his cabbages, but he has another 40-something crops to provide cover.

In Australia we need to forget the idea that bigger is better. Most land owners here are not farmers. They have no long term plan to maintain or build the health of their soil, and simply seek to make as much profit as they can while they can. They are industrialists, not farmers. There are the farmers who have an understanding of what the land can give them – and more importantly what they need to thrive as families.

The lime farmer could cut his costs significantly by making a couple of simple changes. If he was to run sheep in his orchard in small, intensive cells, they would take care of grazing meaning no need for a tractor and slasher. They would also provide fertiliser, replacing a synthetic input with a natural product. If those sheep were followed with chickens, they would eat the larvae of bugs that impact on both sheep and the citrus trees. He could go a step further. Now that there is no need to spray herbicides around the trees, different herbs and grasses could be planted around the trees. This would provide extra nutrients for the sheep, and (dependant on variety) act as deterrent for bugs that damage the citrus.

In a perfect world, some of the trees would be removed to allow for grass to be grown for hay to supplement the ovine diet in periods of low grass growth, or to grow grains for chicken feed.

Whilst the removal of trees might reduce the potential income from limes, there would be a corresponding potential increase in local markets for eggs, chicken meat, lamb, wool, and herbs. The spreading of risk across several potential income streams make much more sense than holding all the eggs (or limes) in a single basket that relies on the evil duopoly to provide revenue.

Who knows – he might even start to enjoy being on the land again, and actually start farming…

There is much to be said for diversity. Certainly when we get onto the farm we will make plenty of mistakes, although I am hoping we won’t make the mistakes that others already have. We are planning for a range of enterprises that will both stimulate our creative endeavours and provide sufficient income to allow us to thrive as a family.

I also have thoughts about the relationship between the pending food crisis, the large bodies of disaffected and un(der)employed urban dwellers and the way we manage agricultural land. That management includes the concreting over of our best land so we can ever expand out urban metropolises. However – those thoughts need to be the subject of a future rant…

A future grumpy old man…

Our first tooth fairy visit…


MacK’s first baby tooth popped out last night. It started to loosen a week or two ago, and the replacement has already broken through. The big question of course is how much the Tooth Fairy pays out these days, Back when I was young (and for Jane too) the going rate was 20 cents. I don’t think that would cut it today, but the Tooth Fairy isn’t made of money either!

In the end we decided a gold coin was suitable…

I am about to head away to South Australia on exercise for the better part of two months. Coincidentally, they are the best two months to be in Darwin from a climatic perspective, and absolutely the worst two months of the year to be stuck on a plain in view of the Bight. Already overnight lows are dropping to -10 degrees when wind chill is factored in. Jane would tell you that is suitable penance for me leaving her… All I know is that I have packed all my extreme cold weather gear.

In farm news, we are about to order a bunch of citrus trees that we will plant in September when we head to the farm. We have a mixed bag of varieties from mandarins to limes (including finger limes), oranges and grapefruit. In a couple of years we will be set for everything from marmalades to preserved lemons for savoury cooking – oh, and lemons and limes for gin, vodka and mojitos… Not that it is all about the late afternoon tipple, but that deck is just perfect for a cool refreshing beverage whilst sitting in a hammock late in the afternoon…

MacK is enjoying school. His learning is going ahead in leaps and bounds, and he never ceases to amaze. The language he has at his command is extensive, and I am not sure if it is a result of the school education process (great if it is), or the assimilation of the hundreds of books we have read with him. Either way, he is very articulate, and never forgets a thing (could become a problem in the future).

I was laying with him a couple of weeks ago when he rolled over and told me he wanted to make a soup. He asked “if we roasted some onions and some garlic, and then mixed those with some other roast vegetables, and poured some chicken stock over it, would that make a nice soup?” I told him that it would make a fine soup, and he then added “and if we used herbs, would we add them for flavour or just for decoration?”

What chance he won’t be a foodie in the future…

He is a cheeky little monkey too. We were playing with a ball in the swimming pool recently, wrestling it off each other. I gave him the ball, and then told him that I was coming to get the ball off him. His response:

“Not this time, old man!”

Apparently it is a line from a movie.