Category Archives: Farm Wisdom

Opportunity

I’ve talked in this space before about my dad’s favorite days.  One of them is the last day of harvest, when the crop is in the bin and all you have to do is dry it and sell it for, hopefully, a worthwhile price.

But perhaps the more important day is the last day of seeding.  Once the crop is in the ground you have opportunity.   If everything goes right, you will have the opportunity to harvest a crop and the opportunity to sell it for a worthwhile price.  If my seed remains in the bin and not in the ground, I have no opportunity.  I will have black dirt that has weeds growing on it and that is all.

I’ve seen many news stories this year about the high prices farmers are getting for their crops.  It seems to me that many people think we throw the seed out in the ground, it grows, we harvest it, and then sell it for a record price.

What isn’t reported is the roll mother nature plays in farming.  This year our challenge has been a wet, cool spring.  The fields really never did dry out to an acceptable level to be planted.  We planted a lot of our crop in marginal conditions this year.  Everything is going to have go right to have a decent crop this year.  We will have to have enough sunlight and heat to get the plants up and moving, we will have to see moderate rainfall to coax roots from poorly planted seeds to go down in the soil to get the nutrients the plant needs.  We will have to have a late fall to allow us to harvest the crop in a decent matter, and if we are lucky we will get the fields in good enough shape to plant a crop next year.

As you can see, there are a lot of ifs involved and a lot of things that will have to go right.  Most importantly, the seed is in the ground and that is what will give us opportunity.

Full Bellies

I had the opportunity to attend a fundraiser for Congressman Pomeroy (D-ND) just across the river from where I live on Monday.  His guest was Ag Secretary Tom Vilsack.  It’s a good sign when a place to far north to be considered fly over country gets a visit from a cabinet level official.

Since this is home to the nation’s largest sugar producer American Crystal Sugar Company (www.crystalsugar.com) a lot of the talk was about the sugar industry.  Recently, as I’ve blogged about before, the use of biotech sugarbeets is currently in question.

In a small group conversation with the Secretary we talked about one thing very important to this country’s stability and success.   That is the fact that we are well fed.  I remember being in a place called Mtubatuba, South Africa in about 1998.  It’s a rural area, probably pretty typical to any rural area on earth.  We were there on a Saturday and happened to visit the grocery store.  The shelves were empty.  It was something that I had never seen and quickly realized that I had taken for granted the abundance of our food supply.

My dad lived through World War II and served in Korea.  One thing he always talked about when I questioned the future of farming is the fact that “people gotta eat.”  He had seen Europe go hungry and defended their farm policy due to the fact that they had gone hungry and would never go hungry again.  He would say that this country will forever take its farmers for granted until they went hungry.  And its true.  We are, and any country for that matter, 10 days away from a revolt.  Ten days being the extent of our food supply.

So while many groups would complain about the way our food is produced and the technology we use or don’t use, let’s be thankful that we have something to complain about.  Life would be a lot worse if our grocery store shelves were empty.

Through the Eyes of a Child, Young and Old

We started harvest three weeks ago this past Saturday.  That Sunday, a friend of mine posted on Facebook that she had to haul her 5 year old son to the field because “he can’t believe they started farming without him.”  He was ready to ride in the truck or combine with dad or grandpa, or it probably didn’t matter who actually was driving, he’d be happy as long as he was with.

I was, and still am, the same way.  I love being in the combine.  My mom came for a ride a few days ago and reminisced about my childhood.  She pegged it at three, the age that I started riding in the combine and she started dragging me out.  I vaguely remember my dad had a 510 Massey Ferguson.  Then I remember upgrading to the Massey Ferguson 760.  The 760s had a ledge behind the seat that would accommodate me and my brother.  I would ride on dad’s lap, he’d let me steer and I tried my best to keep the swath between the two pieces of black tape marking the center of the header.  We’d have some lunch and lemonade, nothing ever tasted better than anything eaten in a combine.  The sandwich’s cheese would melt perfectly in the microwave that was dad’s black plastic lunch box.  And lemonade in a thermos cup with maybe a little grain dust in it to add some flavor.  Nothing could be better.  Then the drone of the engine would get the best of me and I’d crawl up on the ledge under my dad’s jacket and sleep the balance of the afternoon.  I remember being 4 years old and, since I would be in Kindergarten the next year, I asked my dad how he would survive without my help next year.

In 1998 or 99 my dad had a small stroke in late July.  The doctor, and his wife, ordered him to take it easy for six weeks.  That six weeks included the weeks of harvest.  And this drove my dad nuts.  His participation would be to bring me lunch, and that would be all.  He was to come home immediately after.  One day, I remember he came to the field at dinnertime and told me mom wanted me to come home for dinner.   I got home and mom asked what I was doing there and where my dad was.  He wasn’t in to much trouble as we realized how much the combine meant to him and a little work was the best therapy he could have.

7″ of Rain

Last week we had a combined total of 7” of rain. That’s an amount some farmers get in a year. Around here it’s about half of the growing season total in an average year. Thankfully, my dad’s philosophy was to ditch like its never going to stop raining. We still stick with that philosophy as do most of the farmers in the valley. We spend a lot of time and money on our drainage, plants won’t grow if they are under water. To some degree, we are our own worst enemy, the more we ditch, the faster the water leaves the field, the faster it gets to the river and the higher the river rises and floods. But what do you do? We strive to get the most out of every acre, just like any business striving to make the most out of every square foot of retail space.

We’ve spent most of this week on the ATV with the trench wheels. It can be a fun job, tearing through the mud, but the fun is gone. I’ve been stuck twice, both ATV’s have to go to the shop to be fixed, basically its a pain now, but it has to be done. The faster the water leaves the field, the sooner we’ll get back in.

We have heavy black soil. It retains water very well. We don’t need the frequent rains that sandier soils need. As things are now, we need a lot of dry, cool weather for our crops to recover. To much heat now, with the plants already stressed because of excess water, would be very bad. I think we can already count on some yield reduction. The forecast is a 60% chance for rain tomorrow. Hopefully it misses us. I’ll keep posting pictures of what happens.

We’ll Still Eat This Winter

Farming is a life of ebbs and flows, you take what you get and learn to adjust to what you are given. Last week we got 2 inches of rain on Monday and Tuesday. This is not an unmanageable amount but it is more than you would like to see. The problem around here is that rain doesn’t come in waves it comes in tsunamis. From Friday through early Sunday morning we got another 4 inches of rain. Pembina, ND just 10 miles from our farm had 7. So our early spring and good start to the farming year has taken a dramatic turn as it is hard for crops to grow if they are under water. There won’t be much activity, other than checking pumps and watching the water drain away, for the next several days. First, we’ll hope for no rain so the water will drain away and we’ll hope for cool temps so we don’t bake the already stressed plants.

As my neighbor reminded me, regardless of how things turn out, we’ll eat this winter. There is nothing we can do about the weather. That makes farming unique from most other businesses that can control all there inputs and factors that affect a business.

Holidays

My wife runs a pet grooming business. A few weeks ago a client called to schedule an appointment. She checked her calendar and seeing an open slot, suggested Monday, May 31. That was fine with the client and the appointment was made. Last week she realized that Monday, today, was Memorial Day. She thought she better reschedule the appointment due to the holiday and most people wouldn’t be working. I said we might be working and her scheduling an appointment wouldn’t be out of the question. Farmers work when there is work to be done. We don’t often live off of the calendar. If the weather is right, and something needs to be done, whether it be seeding, spraying, or harvesting, we do it regardless of the day on the calendar. We work by the season, not the calendar.

Pins and Needles

So my last post was about being bored and how that was a good thing. As we approached the finish line of seeding, you find yourself on pins and needles. With the superweeder, the tractor sporadically lost its air conditioning, then, with 2 hours left in the field before the thing could be parked, I lost power. So I cleaned the air filter and that seemed to take care of it. I was hoping it wasn’t the fuel filter, that’s the last thing I wanted to do is replace a fuel filter with only 2 hours of work left. Also, the tractor has been traded for a new model that will be showing up any day. Once that field was done, it wouldn’t be used again on our farm. So please, get through these last two hours and be somebody else’s problem.

The next day, I seeded that field. This is also pins and needles time as you hope that nothing breaks before you can park it and not have to worry about it till next season. I had one spring break and I didn’t have another one to replace it with. It still worked so I left it alone. Also, it gets a little nerve wracking wondering if you have enough seed and fertilizer. Obviously, you have to have enough seed to finish the field. But you don’t just want to load up full either as emptying the unused seed and fertilizer is a real pain. My prognostication skills worked fortunately. I had a little more seed than I’d planned but it wasn’t to much to broadcast over the field. The deer have to eat too, they can have some of my extra seed. And that was that, 3,300 acres of wheat planted. My dad would say, its hard to have a good crop if you can’t get it planted. Now its planted, we’ll tend it and care for it and hope the good Lord provides the rain and sunshine to make it grow.

Catch Up

My dad would say you work when its time to work and play when its time to play. You work outside when the sun shines and inside when it rains. Over the past two weeks I got about caught up with all my inside jobs as the weather outside was just plain not to nice. Now we’re back in the field. We started planting soybeans today. That’s good, we are about on average for normal planting dates and the weather couldn’t be better. And the forecast calls for sunshine for the next week. So we’ll be busy outside for awhile and the inside jobs will be stacking up for the next rainy day.