gloom

 It is easy to feel under the weather this holiday season.  The country continues at war with itself and we have just finished another holiday where we have to worry about politics as a flashpoint around the dinner table.  This morning the weather is warming and foggy, weird for the days between Christmas and New Year's.  

But closer to home, the steer that was acting about to break with pneumonia turned the corner and made a recovery on its own, without intervention.  Given the pessimistic outlook in ag circles for any prosperity on the farm, our decision twenty years ago to try to go as directly as possible to the buyers and eaters of the food looks pretty good.  And on New Year's day we gather with extended family including several very recent additions to celebrate the fact that we have each other and to miss those not there.  Functioning families like ours and others are the very basis of a good country, if the nation ever gets bright enough to realize it and value those families that are still going.  

Change is constant, and that includes the weather, and importantly people, who it is easy to believe never change.  But they do, and mostly the reason for the change, when it comes, has nothing to do with winning and everything to do with love.

Take care of yours.  And be grateful for them.

rain

 About a week ago we got an inch and six tenths of rain. This is not enough to break the drought but I am taking it as a hopeful sign. Since the rains cut off abruptly in early summer after spoiling any chance we had of getting the corn planted, it has been a roller coaster of planning and worry.

There is one aspect of it we shouldn't forget.  Our soil is very miserly when it comes to giving up moisture.  This is one of the soil characteristics that drove us around the bend this spring when it was continuously too wet to plant, but it is also a blessing when the weather turns hot and dry.

It was late by the time we could think of getting a tractor, let alone tillage, through the wet soil where we had planned corn.  It was mid July, and we had weeds two and three feet tall on the acres we had planned for corn.  Looking at the situation, it seemed we would be better off not tilling and planting a cover crop in part because we were thinking about trying to plant a winter annual on at least some of the acres.  But no farmer can sleep at night surrounded by fields of weeds about to go to seed.  We needed to do something.

We chopped the weeds down in late July.  We got the old stalk chopper out there, hoping it would hold together when challenged by the extra load offered by the green weeds.  We thought that the chopper made more sense because it was cheaper and closer to the junkyard than the hay mower.  It came through for us so we ended up with fields of cut off annual weeds poking through a rough mulch of chopped lambsquarter and pigweed and foxtail grass.  

As it turned out, this operation held the weeds in check and covered the soil completely protecting it from the heat of late summer.  And when we did disc in fall to prepare for planting the rye, we could see the advantages of what we did.  Instead of powder dry soil six inches deep, which is what would have been the result of complete tillage to control the weed growth we had a decent level of moisture throughout, enough to start the rye we planted.

There is another aspect of this, something of which I had not a clue until I started studying various aspects of soil health a decade ago.  A good complete cover of living plants or even residue will keep the soil from heating to temperatures well over 125 degrees, which is more than hot enough to destroy much of the soil life.  When you allow soil to be overheated like that you can plan on a delay in getting a healthy soil life back.  And soil life is critical to growth and production!  Life long learning, I guess.

hybrid rye

This year we did not get the corn planted in anything like a timely fashion, so we took the crop insurance option of prevented planting.  What this meant is that land would be available for planting a winter annual in August thru September.  We purchased hybrid rye seed for thirty acres and got it seeded just after the fifteenth of September.  It was seeded into what was by that time, very dry soil.  It seemed iffy indeed, especially given the cost of the seed.  Andy wrestled with the suggested planting depth of 3/4 inch and the knowledge that the soil was dry at that level.  He seeded a bit deeper than that.  Setting depth is tricky with our old grain drill, but a few days into October we were pleased to see the rye standing in narrow rows across the first part of the field.

Hybrid rye may be important to our farm.  It is a high yielder, consistently doing over 100 bu/acre with much less in fertilizer and weed control expense compared to corn.  It feeds as well as corn, while offering the animals a better range of protein and fiber.  

Importantly for us, it is planted in late summer, which means that including it in the rotation opens an opportunity for manure spreading and tripping up the weed production cycle by interrupting weed control with summer tillage or mowing, something that is just not available with full season crops such as corn.

Moving heavy equipment such as tillage or big manure spreaders across the land in summer minimizes the risk of soil compaction.  And increasing the diversity of crops grown is always a plus for soil health, as the life in the soil thrives on variety.

We will tell you more about rye as we find it out.  We feel pretty good about our successful year with Kernza, good enough to take on another challenge!

Kernza

 Grandson Andrew, the farmer around here, got his experimental crop of Kernza harvested early this week and is now baling the straw for use in the farrowing house.  

Kernza is a perennial wheat bred from intermediate wheatgrass, which is used as a pasture grass on the northern high plains.  And it looks as if the straw has a pretty heavy waxy coat over the somewhat green stem.  We think it is dry enough though and the hard stem and its waxy coat should break down nicely in the bedding chopper that we use with the sows and litters.

The devil is in the marketing of course.  As always, for any new crop the markets are thin and easily saturated.  The grain is used as a wheat substitute in bread, but more in making other baked goods, such as waffles, pastries and the like.  Beer is being brewed with it.  

The farmer group has organized a co-operative to help with market development, including aggregation.  It is a work in progress.

Kernza is a perennial, albeit a short term one, lasting three to five or six years.  Andrew knew what the benefits for the soil health are when a perennial is planted instead of the annual, with its need for annual tillage and often a months long open season where the soil is exposed to the elements, allowing the carbon to be oxidized out of it.  Grazing teaches the value of a good perennial plant.

Good farmers try to push toward what they know the soil needs.  It is a risk, always a compromise with the ongoing need to make a profit.  Farmers that do this kind of experimenting deserve credit for it.  Few really know what the risk to the farm of failure is.  But the farmer does, and sometimes goes ahead anyhow.  

A nice agronomic side feature is that the Kernza is aggressive.  It has a complex and large root system, which is wonderful for the critters that live in the soil.  But it helps the Kernza out compete most other plants, once it is established. It pretty much drives out the weeds in the second and third year.  This alone makes it useful in an organic rotation.

We are in the business now.  Time will tell if it works out or not. 

grazing event

 I went to a pasture walk last night about fifty miles distant from here.  It is a real blessing to look at an agriculture that is very different from that surrounding me and this farm, and to talk to some of those practicing it. It is a trial when every conversation I can have with neighbors must start with a serious tutorial on what drives my kind of farming.  They really have no idea that it is possible to think of farming apart from corn production.

coping with weather

We do not have a growing corn crop at this point.  Due to the ongoing "rain every fourth day" spring and early summer, we couldn't plant corn until it was far too late.  We will have to depend on crop insurance and the livestock operations to carry us for the year.  But there is the new problem of how to handle the land that would have been in corn.

We couldn't get timely seeding of a cover crop done on the acres involved for the same reason we couldn't plant the corn.  And we had an explosion of weeds on the land.  Organic farms such as ours do not simply remain bare for any length of time when not planted with a crop.  Nature steps in.  In our case, nature provided annual grasses, mustard, pig weed, lambsquarters, thistles, cockleburs and a few other hard to identify plants in place of the missing corn. 

We held fast to the idea of seeding oats as a cover crop until about mid July.  When we could finally access the field, we figured out that the weeds were providing the complex roots in the soil needed to foster health of the land. and gave up the idea of seeding oats.  The stand was chopped down to control the setting of noxious seeds.  Of course, some of the weeds slipped past the chopper and accelerated their drive to produce seed. 

It was obvious most of the problem plants were annuals.  Knowing this, and that there was an ample supply of weed seed in the soil again, we disced the field twice in early August.  This should start any new seed to growing.  And the time between mid August and hard freeze, when annual plants stop growth, should be four to six weeks.  Most annual weedy plants will not set seed in that time.

This is typical farmer "making it up as we go" planning.  We try to think clearly, act and then hope for the best.    

pile up

 There is a pile up in front of and in the shop building where we do our fixing and simple building.  This is what happens often when you attempt to farm with tractors and equipment that is not, shall we say, "showroom fresh".  Especially is it true of the part of farming that involves lots of equipment use. 

Even though we took a 'prevented planting' option in the crop insurance thus cancelling the entire corn production season we still have the problem of weed control on those acres, still muddy from spring, as well as the need to establish a cover crop beyond noxious weeds.  And we have a considerable number of acres in hay, as well as a semi perennial planting of Kernza to deal with.

So the pile in the bottleneck grows.  The older tractor we have pulling the big baler overheated badly in the extreme heat last week while baling the nurse crop of oats off the new hay seeding.  It is parked in the doorway, baler still attached while Andy reluctantly hired a neighbor to bale the ninety or so acres being threatened by rain.  It has the hood pulled off and the water supply jacket disassembled to the thermostat under my mistaken impression that the thermostat was the problem.  So it is back to the drawing board on that job, while we wait for the gasket set my exploration destroyed.  

Meanwhile we have the old swather sitting to the side waiting to have the sickle pulled out and refurbished.  Jury is out as to if the rest of the old machine will hold together to cut the Kernza crop, long as it is on straw.  Also our field pickup developed a series of bubbles on one of the front tires meaning that it is unsafe at any speed.  Finding a decent used tire for a sixteen inch rim is difficult to say the least in this age of seventeen through twenty inch wheels.  We use that old truck to help with moving the newly baled hay to storage.

I pulled the sickle out of the swather yesterday and moved the machine out of the way.  Time to get hold of the hammers, punches, and right angle grinders to make that sickle usable.  Today we will start to reassemble the front of the baler tractor after having done what we can to flush the radiator fins of the fine dust built up in there.

But it is hard to escape the feeling that we hold our breath waiting for the next pile up to begin.