“It is very unnerving to be proven wrong, particularly when you are really right and the person who is really wrong is proving you wrong and proving himself, wrongly, right.” ― Lemony Snicket, The Blank Book“It’s not given to people to judge what’s right or wrong. People have eternally been mistaken and will be mistaken, and in nothing more than in what they consider right and wrong.” ― Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace (Denise’s Favorite)“It is not truth that matters, but victory.” ― Adolf Hitler“Doing the right thing for someone else occasionally means doing something that feels wrong to you.” ― Jodi Picoult, Handle With Care“The fact that man knows right from wrong proves his intellectual superiority to the other creatures; but the fact that he can do wrong proves his moral inferiority to any creatures that cannot.” ― Mark Twain, What Is Man?“Take sides! Always take sides! You will sometimes be wrong – but the man who refuses to take sides must always be wrong.” ― Robert A. Heinlein, Double Star“It is better to be roughly right than precisely wrong.” ― John Maynard KeynesConfusing, isn’t it? All of those parts of me that I call my vocation, call for decisions to be made that insist on a vision of what is right or wrong. There is always a dark shadow of irony in all decisions pertaining to right and wrong, yet I continue to believe strongly in taking a side on particular issues; keeping my eye on what I can learn from the opposition. I guess I choose carefully what I decide to stand up for and risk finding out that I am wrong and/or finding myself caught in the familiar place called hypocrisy. When I find myself at Target taking the plastic bag because I forgot my own, I am reminded to do as Benjamin Franklin once said… “Clean your finger before you point at my spots.”.It is like the quote by Congressman John Lewis (D. Ga.) “We cannot keep turning our backs on gay and lesbian Americans. I have fought too hard and too long against discrimination based on race and color not to stand up against discrimination based on sexual orientation.” I have to say that I am grateful for people like Mr. Lewis for making a decision that they are going to assert that one thing is absolutely right and another is undeniably wrong.
“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.” ― Frida Kahlo
Thank you. I feel strange sometimes too; bizarre and flawed. Then I remember we all are. We are uniquely strange, and I have decided to drink in my “strangeness”. When I give up the idea that what I say or do has to be appealing to everyone or anyone, I am on my way. I relish that I am beginning to know what enough is in my own life and that my strength as a woman does not come from a single thing outside myself.
Here is a writing I did in 2009 that marked a beginning of my understanding of myself in relation to the whole around me. This is where I made the connection that I did not have to look far to find peace, compassion, power, riches, love, beauty, or myself:
“So much happens at the curve in the driveway. Right there, where the driveway could be straight, yet it curves and opens up to a new view. Right there, is where I can feel the trees whispering, see and hear the chickens rustling in the woods, observe the white cat lounging on the old trailer, watch the goats kick up their heals, or notice that the sky is full of stars. It is an amazing moment of being satisfied and immersed in what is, and without knowing it, letting go of what is coming or going. It is just me and the full and satisfying moment. It is like a breath of fresh air that fills and feeds every part of me, giving me exactly what I need and want, without thought, desire or pursuit. “
Sincerely, Denise Arrell-Rosenquist
“If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy. If it were merely challenging, that would be no problem. But I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.” E.B. White
Our task must be to free ourselves… by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty. — Albert Einstein
Ahhhh… the sun and its wonderful powers. The girls and I spent time outside today in the goat and chickens run. We were trying to teach the goats that they want to follow us; we are the herd leaders. We walked in a big circle around the fenced area watching to see if they would follow us. Most of the time they followed right away. It is a proximity thing. They will stay where they are, licking the ground or chewing on leaves, if they can see us and are within about 20 feet. The moment we are out of their line of vision, they run around the corner and find us or trail closer behind. As we played our follow us games, I yearned to unlatch the gate, take a few steps out into freedom, and walk down the grassy path that follows the stream towards the woods. Pure happiness. I guess I can wait a bit longer to take that walk with the doelings for the first time. We want to be sure we are officially a herd.
Caroline, Chris and I went out to the barn for the last feeding of the day around 8:15. As we fed Luna and Areida, Caroline told us a story. Last night, while I was grocery shopping, Caroline and Sabrina went out to the barn to feed the goats around the same time as tonight. Chris was a couple of minutes behind them. The barn is fairly lit, but still some dark corners. Caroline said they didn’t hear the barn door slide open, and suddenly their stood,peering into the goat area… Big Foot in the dark doorway. All they could see was the big fuzzy head, which actually was a funny winter hat that reminds me of something Elmer Fudd would where, plus some extra fur. Fun in the barn…
“A farm, by definition, is a departure from nature—it is land taken from its wild state and turned to human ends. But it is possible for a farm to learn from natural systems, to work with mother nature and integrate her patterns. A good farmer creates a managed ecosystem, where the various parts all contribute to the health of the whole.
This is the soul of sustainable agriculture; it is also a practical way to produce high quality food while building soil and conserving the habitat and biodiversity that come with well-managed open land. No farm will ever approach the ecological sophistication of nature, because the balance of activity is focused on the needs of our one species. But that doesn’t mean we can’t take good care—and a little better care every year, as we learn, and learn.” Prodigal Farm Owners
Things to not forget:
Day 6 in loving and learning from our goats. They spent 4 nights in the kitchen, 1 day in the porch, and now they are frolicking in the barn. I went out this morning and double checked safety issues and organized their living environment.I made a woodchips/hay bed with heat lamp above it, checked for spots they could escape through, and set up a climbing and jumping off area. Sabrina and I tried out the bed for ourselves and we were quickly joined by the kids. It was so nice and warm under the heat lamp and there is nothing like snuggling with a baby goat. Luna and Areida laid down with Sabrina, nuzzling their noses between her legs.
They are starting to eat grain and hay in small amounts. They are also licking the goat mineral. They sleep through the night. No night-time bottles. They sure are growing up fast. They are drinking four bottles of milk a day, 8-10 oz. They will be down to 3 bottles next Monday. The more they are eating hay and grain, the better. They are both good for developing the rumen.
I will end with Sabrina and I’s realization in the barn: Goats smell like milk. It is lovely.
“Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.” ― Ralph Waldo Emerson
We arrived at Poplar Hill Farm yesterday at 11:30 am, after our six and a half hour car ride, to pick up our baby goats. We were travelling from Marengo, Illinois to Scandia, Minnesota. A beautiful drive it was. There was fog and then sunshine; fog then sunshine; fog then sunshine.
As we approached the Wisconsin-Minnesota border, the trees were covered with frost and there was some snow on the ground. A tad bit colder than our Chicago weather, by about 5 degrees. Funny though, because as we crossed over the river on Highway 94, we looked one way and saw people in their boats fishing, and to the other side, cars driving on the river’s frozen surface.
When we first arrived at the farm, we were greeted by some Adult Saanens, Nubians, Alpines and Toggenburgs. They peered out from their barn, checking us out. As soon as we walked towards the fence, some ran right over to us and others looked at us suspiciously. We later found out that was the breeding barn. No wonder they looked suspicious. These were the does in heat, that were mingling with very substantial looking bucks. The different doe breeds were in separate pens, with a buck of their breed all to themselves.
Farmer Vincent, founder of Poplar Hill, met us in front of the baby and youth barn. He gave us a very informative and interesting tour of the systems that they have in place for new goat arrivals and the “teenage” goats. He gave us the low down on things like bottle feeding, disbudding, milk dispensers, and his repair shop. We did not find our little babes in that barn. They were in the milking barn, with the other “just born” kids. They normally would have left that area by then, but they stayed there because we were coming to pick them up.
We were anxious to meet Luna and Areida, yet we were so enjoying our tour. So much great information that will come in handy one day soon.
Farmer Vincent took us over to the milking barn next. We learned about the entire milking system, from start to finish. I have to admit that I was having a hard time concentrating at that point in the tour, because the baby goats started crying in the next room as soon as they heard our voices. That next room was just an office of sorts, with some extra sinks and vet care items on the shelves. This is where the just born kids were brought. There were four goats in four separate plastic totes when we got in there; two Toggenburgs, a Saanen, and an Alpine. We are very lucky that goats are not too cheap, or they would have all been coming home with us. WOW, were they cute. Their little cries have to rank high in giving the “most desire to pick up and take home” effect. This is when the girls got to receive and give their little goatie friends a big hug.
The next leg of our tour was the most fun and interesting for me. I think Chris and the girls really enjoyed it to. We went over to the pregnant or just became a mom barn. There must have been 150 does and dams in that barn, plus a few bucks for the last few does to become pregnant. I had just asked Farmer Vincent how they keep track of new baby goats when there are so many mom’s to be, when we looked over to find two babies that had literally just been born. The dam and the kids looked completely dazed. She had birthed two bucks. Vincent grabbed a tub and jumped in with the does. He slowly went up to the new dam and put a red collar around her neck. That color indicated that she now needs to be milked. She would also head over to the other side of the barn with the dams who have recently delivered. He put the new kids in the plastic tote and we were all off to the just born office again.
While I was standing watching Vincent in there with the new dam, gently taking the kids and putting them in the bin, I have to admit that I felt a mix of amazement but also sadness for both the dam and her kids. Even as I write about it now, it gives me that tight feeling in my throat. There are different philosophies on how to manage the dam and kid separation. I am sure Vincent spent his own time pondering the different philosophies being that he was a philosophy professor many years back, before entering farming. I wondered how he felt about separating the dam and kid immediately and never letting them begin their newly found bond. I did not ask though. What I did do though is thought about my own feelings on this important issue.
Poplar Hill Farm is still a wonderful place in my eyes, but I can see now where becoming a big outfit does creates moral/ethical questions and issues. I need to remember what is critical for me as a farmer is to feel that my relationship with the animals is as symbiotic as possible. I could not sacrifice kind heartedness for profits, convenience, or creation of easier “systems”. I am constantly re-examining the relationship between humans and animals and I find that I am not fully sure of its acceptability. I am obviously enough on the side of the fence for keeping that relationship than not, but it is a fine line. What keeps me from stepping over that line has to be my own loving actions and those loving actions of others. It is a complex issue and like my dad says, ” There is no cornering the truth”. There are so many complexities and contradictions in everything that humans do and humanely keeping animals maybe one of them. I do know that if I am going to continue eating meat, cheese, eggs, yogurt, and drinking milk, I want a very high set of standards met on how those animals were raised, or I would rather go without. Again, it matters so much how we treat animals, not only for the animals sake, but for the sake of us all.
“The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.”
Mohandas GandhiMy heart ached last night as I laid in bed thinking about Frannie. I tried rationalizing with myself that she is just a chicken; this is what happens to chickens; there will be more chickens. No matter what I tell myself or try to convince my children of, there is only one Frannie. She is worth grieving for, just like you or I.The problem with letting myself grieve losses is that then I don’t want to do it again. I want to shield myself from anymore loss. It got me thinking about the loss of our goats in River Falls and the enormous amount of pain that held. “What the hell am I doing? Why do I have animals? Do I really want to keep going through this? “. The answer is yes. I will not shut myself off from all of the happiness and love that comes with a guarantee of grief.This morning I woke up, and put my shoes on and went and called for Frannie. I couldn’t see out in the distant field very well because of the thick fog. I walked the perimeter and decided that she had truly become dinner. I again had a stern talk with myself about the life cycle, which includes dying at some point in time, and this was Frannie’s time. I went back in the house, warmed up my toes and tried thinking about other things.At about 11:00 am I decided to go out for one more look. I knew there was a slight possibility that she had hunkered down out in the field because of either running after a potential threat, or being chased by who knows what. Chris said that last night she looked like she was on guard patrol in the yard. She was taking her job very seriously.As I rounded the corner of the barn, what I saw could have been out of an ending to a sappy kids movie. There was Frannie in the distance, “walking heroically out of the fog”, with her crazy Polish hair, wet and flopping to either side of her head. She looked exasperated and let me pick her up without any resistance. What relief… I love that feeling when something turns out better than you would have imagined.*( Caroline had asked if Frannie “walked heroically out of the fog” and I deemed that she did looked heroic and there was fog.)Right before I had gone out to check on Frannie for the second time, my phone whistled at me. It was a text from Farmer Sara. Our second baby, little Areida, was born last night. It gives me the goose bumps writing about it. We will be picking up the “kids” Saturday morning, February 4th, at 11:30. We will stop at our property on the way home and pick up the electric fence materials. The cabin and the milk can be warmed with the wood stove, and they can receive their first feeding there, from the girls. Caroline was so happy to see that she was exactly the colors that she had hoped for; tan and black. Those traditional Alpine colors…So, here are the soon to be sisters side by side:Amazing Areida
“Why did the chicken cross the road? Here are three answers from the Poultry Project Blog:
Ralph Nader’s Answer: The chicken’s habitat on the other side of the road had been polluted by unchecked industrialist greed. The chicken did not reach the unspoiled habitat on the other side of the road because it was crushed by the wheels of a gas guzzling SUV.
Jerry Falwell’s Answer: Because the chicken was gay! Isn’t it obvious? Can’t you see the plain truth in front of your face? The chicken was going to the “other side”. That is what THEY call it–the other side. Yes, my friends, that chicken is gay. And if you eat that chicken, you will become gay too. I say we boycott all chickens until we sort out this abomination that the liberal media whitewashed with seemingly harmless phrases like “the other side”.
Dr. Seuss’ Answer: Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes the chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed, I’ve not been told.
Why do you think the chicken crossed the road? I’m still thinking.
” Each day we wander the Vermont woods for an hour or two. I love the leave taking, the sound of the goats bells, the brief nomadism. Herding is way of doing something while doing nothing. It asks only for one’s presence, awake, watching animals and earth. Wind rakes the trees. Clouds float shadows through the green grass. We enter the woods and the goats eat ash, birch and maple. This evening I will milk the does back in the barn and when the sun goes down, I’ll make an aged cheese called Tomme. Months from now when the snow covers the mountains, I’ll open the Tomme and find this day again inside the rind; the aromatic grass, the leaves, the wind.” (Brad Kessler- Goat Song)
The above passage is a favorite for me because it helped me understand something about my time in River Falls, in the woods.I was not alone in my reverence for that “brief nomadism” and watching the animals I came to cherish, walk freely by my side. That sensation as we walked was that I was filled with sunshine, wind, earth, rain, flora, fauna, and a current of love that wove through us all.
As I would walk up the hill towards our goatie friend’s pasture, I would listen for the beginnings of their bleating. They would hear my footsteps crunching on the rocks, anticipating my arrival; treats, love, leftovers from the garden, and a long walk.
My favorite walk to take was the one through the paths in the woods, in the early morning, with no other human companions. It was just me, the trees and the 5 goats surrounding me. Sometimes they were ahead of me, sometimes behind. They loved to stretch upward, with their hooves planted as high as they could reach on the trees, nibbling the leaves from the low hanging branches; eating the brown, crunchy leaves on the forest floor; spinning around and butting one another in play or for Moe’s need to bring order to the line up on the path. No matter how good the greenery was that they were indulging in, they always kept up with me. It felt so good to bring them in there amongst the trees, scattered leaves, and twigs. The way they trotted, and kicked up their heels, made me think that they were quite happy, just like I was. It makes me smile to remember.
Farmer Sara sent a text today, with an attached picture of Goatie Luna. Wow, is she cute. I can’t stop looking at her!Interesting fact:Farmer Sara said that Luna has something called wattles. (Nope, not a rare disease or a description of the way she walks). They are like goat jewelry of the skin and hair type. I can see one hanging from her neck in the picture. I read up on these cute little adornments, and found that there is a mixed review on them. Some goat people love them, and some tie binders on them to be rid of them.We think they are cute, and she isn’t a boy, so I am not tying binders around nothing…
I guess the Alpine’s have not been born yet. They are due to arrive any day…any moment. More information to come soon.
What a beautiful day today. It was 40 degrees when I woke up this morning and it is 51 right now. I turned off all of the heating devices in the barn. No need for those during this warm spell. I gave the chickens a treat of organic mixed greens this afternoon. I was craving them the last few days, so I thought they might be too.I picked up countless piles of dog poop that were uncovered by the melting snow, which happens to be quite therapeutic. (I know I probably shouldn’t admit that, but the truth is the truth.) Caroline and Sabrina are running around with the chickens as I write and enjoying the Spring like feeling outside. No jackets, just a sweater and some mud on their boots.