Wrong Direction Farm

Great Skies

This week has featured fantastic sunsets with all the rainy afternoons followed by evening sun. We were out doing the poultry chores when we saw a four banded rainbow Wednesday just before sunset. Three of the rainbows were bunched together with a fourth and fainter bow some distance away. I’m not sure if that would count as a quadruple rainbow or two doubles, but it was something none of us had previously seen. Sorry, no photos, we were too busy looking…

I did take pictures of the turkeys moments later. The light made some of them golden.

Monarch Caterpillars

The pastures are full of monarch caterpillars, chowing down on the milkweed leaves. One of the many virtues of pasture-based agriculture is that with proper grazing management, there is plenty of food for the livestock (in this field, cattle and turkeys) and for all the insects. We aren’t fighting a war against bugs, we’re just living alongside them. And because of that inclusiveness, the pastures continue to become more diverse and more productive.


Harry coined the word “pigodiles”. We think it aptly describe the pigs as they lie half submerged in their mud wallow during the recent spell of hot weather.


I was glad to receive a letter from the NY State Office of Agriculture and Markets today granting us our 20C license to Process Food.  The laws governing how foods can and cannot be processed by the producers are complicated.  We work with a great team of butchers who process our poultry, and under state laws they can package them whole or cut up into parts, but they can’t grind, smoke, make sausage, or do any other further processing.  However, now that we have the 20C license we can legally do all those extras using a rented licensed commercial kitchen.

We plan to offer some ground poultry products in the early winter.  Smoked turkey breasts and smoked whole chickens are also products we are considering.  We’ll start with some baby steps to make sure we have things the way we want them.  Keep an eye out for announcements of new offerings in the next few months.


Pet Food

As we’ve worked to build relationships with people who appreciate organic/pasture-raised/local/family-based/etc food for themselves, we’ve also gradually found that many of these same folks want to source quality food for their pets.  It is no secret that pet food has long been the dumping ground for all manner of questionable ingredients, so we understand their desire to find food that comes from trustworthy sources.  It isn’t surprising that in a country of overfed yet chronically undernourished people we’d find that many pets are also suffering from analogous debilitating conditions.

I’m glad to announce that we have been able to work with our butcher to put together a nicely proportioned raw chicken blend for cats and dogs.  We use thigh trimmings (bits of meat left over as the thighs are cut off the chicken backs), chicken backs, necks, heads, feet, livers, and hearts, blended in a balanced ratio, ground well, and packaged in 1 to 1.5 lb bags.  I tried to get a picture of the cats eating it, but they all crowded around it and jostled so I had a hard time actually getting the camera to focus on the meat in the bowl.

What can I say.  It looks like pet food…   I suppose I could fancy up the photo with some catnip garnishes or a big cartoon-style dogbone resting against the side of the bowl.

Here are the links to the individual packages or to our 40-pack bulk box.

Ground Whole Chicken

Maturing Fences

Every year I chip away at fencing on the farm.  And every year, my technique refines a bit.  I’ve watched as minor differences contribute to a fence’s longevity or lack thereof.  Most of my changes have been toward simplification.  Fence construction manuals are all written by people selling fencing supplies.  Caveat emptor.

I started with 6 wire electric fences, with an alternating hot-ground configuration.  I learned that with our mostly wet climate, the alternating wire arrangement loses too much spark when high moisture vegetation gets between the two polarities.  Now all our fences are hot.  I also learned that 6 strands is overkill.  If I had sheep, then perhaps I’d need the extra strands, but even there 3 strands would be sufficient for all situations except road frontage.  All my new fences are two stranded.  To speed up installation, I set the wires biometrically.  The top strand goes in at the height where my pocket knife has worn a bare patch in my pants (all my work jeans get the same wear patterns) and the bottom strand goes in at the bottom of my kneecap.  This arrangement works fine for  our cattle.  The top wire is low enough that I can jump the fence using a scissor kick jump, but the bottom wire is low enough that the cattle can graze under it, saving me the hassle of trimming under the fences.  If I want to run pigs in that pasture, I just add an extra polywire strand temporarily.

Another change has been the switch from H braces to floating braces.  It saves one driven post, and speeds things up considerably.  My floating braced fences have proven more durable over time than my H braces.  And now that I’ve dropped to two wires, I really don’t put much stress on the corner and end posts.  I’ve had some floating braces in service since late 2012 (and those were hand-dug posts, which is the least reliable way to install posts).  So if they can remain in perfect alignment through 125 degrees of temperature variation, floods, snowstorms, and bulldozers driving over the fence wires, then I think they’ll last until the posts rot.

I’ve played around with line post spacing.  Originally I used 100 foot spacing with plastic droppers at 50 foot intervals.  The droppers all failed within a few years, when the snow would drift over fences and buckle the droppers.  I tried fiberglass (too splintery) and plastic composite (too weak after about five years).  Both the fiberglass and poly posts were prone to frost heaving in winter and popping out during spring mud, just because it wasn’t possible to drive them below the frost line.  I’ve gone back to all wood posts, driven four feet deep, and installed 75 feet apart.  This seems to be the magic combination for fencing on relatively flat land.  On bumpy terrain, the spacing needs to conform to the natural undulations, so spacing is tighter in these areas.

Fence End Post

Not much to look at, but the technique is refined by years of testing different small tweaks on each of the components.  Ask me again in a few years and I’ll probably be making more changes.

I’m always amazed at how much art and skill is involved in good work.  I pass by fences, or houses, or sweaters, or paintings without stopping to consider what the creator of that work was thinking, or what that person had learned to enable the creation of the object.  I probably wouldn’t enjoy a full time job of building fences, but I like the change of pace, when I am able to focus on getting a few important details correct, and then seeing the resulting product:  a fence that will last us for many years.

Stretching the Bungee

We probably have a dozen bungee gates on the farm.  None of them are permanently installed.  We attach a hook handle on each end, so we can install them across any gateway on the farm (well, almost all of them).  We’ve standardized our gateways and our lanes to 20 feet wide.  We keep a pile of bungee gates in the toolbox of the ATV, so it is easy to close off a gate or lane as needed.  We appreciate that they can be coiled up and stored in compact bundles, and that they can be deployed so quickly and easily.

One problem with the bungees is that they just don’t last very long.  After about two years the ends wear out from the stress where the cord wraps around the loop of the gate hook.  This is especially the case if a bungee gate is used during the winter when it can get buried in four or five feet of snow drifting across a gateway.  As the snow compacts and settles, this can exert weight on the material, over-stressing it.

I used to solve this problem by cutting the cord shorter, but this fix eventually shortens the cord enough that we overstretch the bungee on our 20 foot gateway.  My solution to stretch the life of a bungee gate is to install a wire reinforcement.  This works well for conducting electricity, and it relieves the stress on the fibers.

Reinforced Bungee

So simple, I wonder why I didn’t think of doing this years ago…

Bundled Bungee

Ready to go back in service.

Leaping Larva!

Yesterday evening I went down to the laying hens to help Harry bring up the eggs he gathered.  As I was putting the cases of eggs into the truck, I heard this sharp snap, snap, snap behind me.  I turned to find a group of hens in a feeding frenzy on a patch of bare ground.  On closer inspection, I saw that they were eating tiny white larvae.  And the larvae weren’t just scrunching or wriggling along the ground like normal maggots, grubs, or caterpillars; these things were launching themselves two feet into the air.  They were less than a half inch long with no external parts visible to my eye.  They move themselves by snapping their bodies with an audible click, and arcing up into the air.  It didn’t seem to me that they were projecting their motion in any particular direction, rather they seemed to be just popcorning all over the place, probably just opportunistically hoping to find a good place to escape the hens.

Blurry Chicken

The chickens were a blur of motion.

It turns out that these little guys are the larval stage of the cheese skipper fly (aka ham skipper).  In reading up on them, I learned that people dealt with this fly frequently in per-refrigeration times when they discovered that it liked to lay its eggs in cheeses and meat, and then a couple weeks later the piece of (now rotten) food would have little white things blasting out of it in all directions.  After reading about them, I’m surprised I haven’t encountered them before.  It seems like I out to have seen them in dead animals I’ve found in the woods, but maybe I just haven’t been paying enough attention to decomposing things.


So what were the larvae feeding on?  Chicken feed.   Two weeks ago we had a problem with one of the chicken feeders.  The lip was too low and it spilled about 100 lbs of feed.  I tried to clean it up, but there was still a lot of feed left in the grass.  Then it rained for a few days, caking it all into a nice mess that apparently was an ideal habitat for cheese skippers.  I inadvertently created a two-stage feeding system for chickens, feeding chicken feed to skippers and then feeding the skippers to the chickens.  That’s terribly inefficient from the entropic standpoint, but I don’t think the chickens mind.  They prefer live bugs over peas, sunflower seeds, and corn any chance they can get them.

Once the chickens figured out what was going on, they began tearing through the capped layer of spoiled feed to get at the larvae, which were all in a concentrated layer about one inch below the surface.  Feathers flew.  Larvae leaped.  Chickens chortled.

Skipper Larvae

My phone camera couldn’t capture the high speed flights of these little things.  The darker spot with all the white larvae is where the chickens scraped away the spoiled feed.

Herd Birds

One thing we appreciate about turkeys is their suitability for herding.  Just judging by their body shape, we might expect them simply to act like bigger versions of chickens.  Turkeys and chickens are only distant relations in the larger pheasant family, so it isn’t surprising that they express their flocking instincts quite differently.  Even though they bear strong resemblances, they are very different birds.

Moving turkeys across open pasture is far easier than trying to accomplish the same task with chickens.  Chickens scatter in all directions, and even with a crew of people, it normally takes three or four tries before the laying hens can be moved from one pasture to another.  Whenever possible, we wait until night to move the hens, so we can move them when they are roosting in their wagon.  Turkeys (with perhaps the exception of the first time moving them) always go in one big group without any drama.

Herding Turkeys

About to start moving the flock to their next pasture.  Yes, it really is that steep.  All our portable livestock infrastructure needs to have a stable profile with a low center of gravity to account for the steep terrain on the front half of the farm.

Allie does all the daily the turkey chores, so they are imprinted on her and will willingly follow her anywhere.  They don’t know me as well, so I work better behind the flock, driving them.  I don’t need to any cowboy shouting, just following behind while making large arm motions is enough to keep the stragglers on the move.  We spent about an hour moving fences, feeders, water lines, and the shelter trailer, so it is almost anticlimactic when the actual turkey move takes thirty seconds.  Not that we mind it when things go well…

Allie with Turkey

Allie was telling me today that she’s proud of accomplishing a big task like raising 260 turkeys this summer.  There have been plenty of challenges in it for her, and we’re proud of her for doing a great job.

Turkeys in Range Coop

The younger group of turkeys is out of the brooder, but we still have them in the relative shelter of one of the portable chicken range coops.  In another week they’ll get promoted to full pasture access.

The Crow and the Turtle

At lunchtime I went out to give the farm a checkup, and as I passed the small pond I saw a crow partially submerged in the water.  It seemed in distress, flailing its wings but not making progress toward the shore.  It wasn’t squawking, just opening its beak periodically without vocalizing.

I made a decision to intervene.  It wasn’t a studied decision, just a spur of the moment action.  I don’t try to interfere with every wounded animal, but I hate to see protracted suffering if it can be prevented with a little intervention.

I grabbed two plastic fence posts and slurp-slopped my way through the mudflat around the pond until I could get one post under the crow and the other over it, chopstick style.  I pulled on the crow, but it didn’t come easily.  So I gave a heave and the crow came out, along with about 20 pounds of snapping turtle attached to one leg.  This presented a philosophical dilemma.  The turtle was still attached, just below the water line, and the crow was still in the water.  I could let the frying pan sized turtle have its way with the crow.  Nature, red in tooth and claw (and beak), would proceed in its innocent remorselessness.  But I’d still feel bad about the crow having to take the long way out.  I could rescue the crow and feel self satisfied about rescuing it, but then feel guilty for stealing a well-earned meal from the turtle.  I didn’t have long to act because the turtle was tugging the crow back down.  How does one reconcile pity for suffering and respect for the natural order?

I won’t pretend to have arrived at an ideal solution, but in the few seconds I watched, I decided to pull the crow.  If the crow still had a good leg left, and if it still had a spark of life, I would release it.  If the crow was missing a leg or if it seemed beyond hope, I would kill it instantly by cervical dislocation and toss it back to the turtle.

I don’t suppose we can ever pass through the world without changing it.  At some point our sensibilities require modification, alteration, intervention.  And when we intervene, we choose one thing over something else.  A morality that adheres strictly to principals of nature seems like an appropriate and noble (albeit austere) standard.  But before we get too self-congratulatory about painting with every color of the wind, we probably should question, “what is nature?”  The turtle eating the crow is natural.  But the pond where this drama unfolded is a feature I dug six years ago.  I scooped out a small amount of dirt on a low-lying spot, using the excavated material to build up a nearby lane.  The pond quickly filled with water and has remained full since.  It now supports a population of turtles, frogs, muskrats,  minnows, crayfish, leeches, and innumerable water bugs.  Mice, deer, racoons, bees, killdeer, sandpipers, and other animals use it as a watering hole.  Herons and ducks forage in it.  The animals are all natural to my environment, but I’ve created this little micro-environment, so it remains in one sense an unnatural impostition.

Did I chose well between the crow and the turtle?  I don’t know.

Crow in Grass

The crow flopped away from me and collapsed a short distance away in the grass, exhausted.  Its leg was cut but did not look broken.  Apparently the turtle didn’t use its famous snapper bite, rather it modulated its grip to hold onto the crow to wear it out in hopes of drowning it. 

When I came back after finishing my round of chores, the crow had recovered and flown away.  The turtle was deep in the mud, thinking turtlish thoughts, maybe wondering what strange predator stole its prey.  Tomorrow, or the next day, the turtle will clamp something else in its beak and pull it under.  And next spring, the crow will search for turtle eggs in the weeds on the bank, and eat them without ever considering the strange revolutions of the wheel of life.  And I’ll still be baffled, unsure when to choose between intervention and acceptance, between pity and pragmatism.