Friday, May 23, 2008

A recent article from edible Portland

Putting the Horse Back into Horsepower: Grass-Powered Agriculture

It’s amazing to me how the word "horsepower" has had staying power throughout the ages, but not the actual horses that inspired the word in the first place! To hear Zoë Bradbury tell it, horses are making a comeback on Northwest farms. And she’d know too, for Zoë is headed home to Langlois, Oregon where she’ll “gee, haw, and whoa” with a team of her own.Read the story below, then check out Zoë's horsefarming resources here.
-Deborah Kane

Eric Pond of Greenleaf Farm works with June Bug, the newest addition to his herd. 
Photo by Zoë Bradbury
PUTTING THE HORSE BACK INTO HORSEPOWER
Grass-Powered Agriculture
By Zoë Bradbury
For Winter 2008
From a gentle rise overlooking an apron of floodplain along the Santiam River, Greenleaf Farm is laid out in long, straight rows alternating brown and green. Heavy, low-slung clouds drop a cold mist on Eric Pond as he points out the boundaries of his recently-acquired 67 acres, over two-thirds of which he has planted into blueberries, raspberries, and blackberries for the organic processing market.After years of working for wages managing other farms, including a 1,000-acre Christmas tree operation, this view from the knoll has been a long time coming. “It’s been my dream to have my own farm forever,” he says, nodding out to the fields. “Ever since I was old enough to realize I had dreams.”Parked behind Eric is a Kubota tractor specially rigged with state-of-the-art hydraulics to cultivate the berries. A little ways off is a computerized moisture monitoring system installed on the farm for precision irrigation.But Eric has another quiver of tools as well: Next to the Kubota is a string of cherry-red farm implements best described as his two-horsepower collection. The names roll off Eric’s tongue like lyrics: straddle-row cultivator, springtooth harrow, single-bottom plow, and forecart. He gets animated as he describes what is at once the simplicity and versatility of each implement, all of which are pulled around the farm by Josh and Riva—his team of chestnut and buttermilk Belgian draft horses—and made by I & J Manufacturing, an Amish-owned business in Pennsylvania that designs, builds, and sells new horsedrawn equipment.


This new horsedrawn wagon was made by I & J Manufacturing. 
Photo by Zoë Bradbury

Greenleaf is a mixed power farm, meaning it relies on both tractors and horses to get the work done. It’s an interesting juxtaposition: A futuristic-looking mechanical berry harvester is parked idle in a field next door, while in the foreground two workhorses nibble at winter pasture. Eric explains that regardless of what his skeptical neighbors might think, his team of drafts is as much about practicality as it is about a passion for horses. “It’s a rejuvenating experience to drive a team,” he reflects. “That connection to horses, it’s calming.”And for Eric who loathes the roar of the tractor, he’s able to perform a wide array of jobs with the horses—from cultivating, to plowing, to harrowing—in both the berry fields and his few acres of vegetables, all without burning up diesel or exacerbating soil compaction. With another team and the right equipment, he figures he could manage the entire farm with horsepower alone.Except for one problem: finding people who can drive the horses. Those known as teamsters.Less than one hundred years ago, an average of 10 horses were at work on every U.S. farm. At that time, every aspect of our food system—production, processing, and transportation—depended on horses, mules, and oxen. Horses in harness were commonplace, as were the people who drove them.In addition to serving as society’s literal workhorses, those animals played a quiet and under-celebrated role contributing to the ecological balance of the farmscape. Draft animals required pastures and hayfields, i.e. grass, which, by way of photosynthesis, turns the sun into protein and fiber that 50 million years of symbiotic co-evolution has enabled the species Equus to miraculously convert into 1) raw energy (the ability to do work), and 2) horse manure.The value of the first—horses as living solar energy converters—is probably obvious. But to ignore the second is to overlook the role draft animals played in elegantly closing the nutrient loop on farms. By turning sunshine (rather than petrochemicals) into fertilizer, draft horses nourished crops to feed people as well as the pastures where the cycle started all over again. An ingenious zero-waste system.Despite the brilliance of the whole thing, it couldn’t compete with cheap fossil-fuel energy and the religiosity of the machine. The invention of the internal combustion engine in the early 20th century sparked a mania that ultimately displaced some 26 million horses and mules in American farms and cities, most of which were sold for slaughter. With the horses went the pastures and hayfields, which over time were converted under the squeal of steel and government policies into ever-larger acreages of commodity monocrops, so that now one person in one day can drill in 500 acres of corn from the air-conditioned cab of a satellite-steered tractor while listening to an iPod.And so went the teamsters, forfeiting their title to a new generation of long-haul truck drivers on the nation’s freeways. During this era, the term “horsepower” as it now applies to tractors and other vehicles was pulled into use as a social marketing tool to coax the cultural transition from horse to machine. And though it was recorded as but one more step in America’s much-celebrated march of progress, this shift from “ecological technology” to “mechanical technology,” as described by researchers in Sweden, represented a profound turning point for agriculture.America moved from a farming system that ran mostly on locally generated inputs and renewable resources (sun, rain, grass, and human labor) to one that depended primarily on imported materials and non-renewable resources (diesel, lubricants, tractor parts, and chemical fertilizer). The shift has been so complete that today our modern food system accounts for one-fifth of the total U.S. national fossil fuel consumption and is nearly 100% reliant on oil obtained via a geopolitically fragile global supply system.When you stop to consider the pipeline connecting our dinner plates to the oil wars in the Middle East, or pause to ponder the inevitable day when petroleum products are no longer cheap and abundant, it doesn’t take long for peak oil to peak one’s curiosity about draft power.The immediate question that inevitably surfaces is always about practicality: How could we possibly grow all the food we need using draft animals?Various comparative studies have shown that even in the cheap energy era that we’re currently living in, horses hold their own against their internal combustion counterparts when all inputs and outputs are accounted for (including initial purchase costs, fuel/feed expenses, upkeep and maintenance, capacity for work, the soil fertility contribution of horses, the ability of horses to procreate while tractors depreciate, and so on).In Amish country, comparative studies showed that the net cash return per acre of cropland on horse-powered farms was up to half again the average of mechanized farms. The United Nations is actively promoting draft power as an intelligent rural development strategy in developing nations, which makes a person wonder what’s not intelligent about promoting it here, in the very least as a backup measure (read: food security during an oil crisis).Promoted or not, the change from grass-powered to gas-powered agriculture over the last century has not rendered teamsters officially extinct in the U.S. Draft power might even be described as experiencing its own small renaissance in North America. Today, an estimated 400,000 people are using horses or mules on farms in the U.S. and Canada, about 170,000 of whom are Amish.

Photo courtesy of I & J Manufacturing

To ask the people who are farming with horses today the simple question “why?” is to invite a litany of responses ranging from environmentally righteous, to deeply personal, to old-fashioned practical. Ubiquitous among most teamsters is the love of horses, but also: to make a living; because oil wells aren’t bottomless; to reduce soil compaction; because draft animals give you infinitely flexible and recombinant raw horsepower; for the unbeatable smell of leather harness and horse sweat; for homegrown fertility; because engines wear out but equines replace themselves; to bring ingenious farm implements back to useful life; for the gentle jingle of trace chains and the quiet whir of ground-driven mowers; to steward land well; and because—in the words of one unapologetic (wagon) bumper sticker—“every farm needs a team.”Driving two tons of horseflesh with hooves the size of dinner plates right where you need it—which is between the rows of tender cabbage, not on top of them—is an art. To learn to harness, hitch, gee, haw, whoa, back, step, harrow, rake, mow, plow, disc, and cultivate builds a unique muscle memory into your hands and body, and to go from awkward to intuitive on the lines is a slow process. It takes guidance from an experienced teamster and years of practice.It also means disregarding the cultural judgments that surface around the decision to use draft animals. To pick farming as a career is one thing, but when you add two words “with horses,” heads start to turn—sometimes in amazed curiosity or wistful nostalgia, but more often in critical disbelief. As a puzzled neighbor so unapologetically put it when he learned of my own plans to farm with a team: “Draft horses? Why in the world would you want to go backwards?” By that, I’m pretty sure he was referring to Webster’s fourth dictionary entry for backwards: “representing a return to a previous or less advanced, and usually less satisfactory, state.”All of these factors contribute to why Eric Pond is having a hard time finding people to drive his horses at Greenleaf. Fortunately for him, with the resurrection of interest in draftpower it’s getting easier to become schooled in the teamster craft. There are now workshops where you can get your hands on the lines under the tutelage of master teamsters, a growing library of how-to books, and an expanding calendar of driving clinics, field days, and swap meets that give bustling testimony to the fact that horsefarming is indeed alive and well in the U.S., and that draftpower can be at once possible, practical and profitable.Of course it takes good farming practices—not just a team of horses—to realize such rewards, but the modern horsefarming movement pushes back on the Luddite image surrounding draftpower. It also gives reason to ponder the radical notion that perhaps the horizon-to-horizon fields of this season’s federally subsidized corn harvest—destined for net zero ethanol plants, feedlots, and fast food—might not represent a “more advanced and more satisfactory state.” It’s a blasphemous notion in the American tradition of cheaper-bigger-faster-better, but to watch Eric Pond sight down the tongue between two steady horses, quietly cultivating a riot of berries, is to wonder if backwards is, in fact, part of the way forward.


Thursday, May 22, 2008

Corn planting and a new Foal


Plant is by far one of the fun things to do at this time of year on the farm. Working in the soil is exhilarating. Of all the plants that we are putting in none is more important to David than corn. David is a corn fanatic. If he hasn't eaten some kind of corn in a day it is a great surprise to the rest of us. So with 1000 or so seeds of early spring luscious corn sprouted and 300 or so seeds of painted mountain corn along with foretex beans, radishes, and several types of squash me headed out. The corn is planted in 100 foot or so rows set about 3 feet apart. The planting of corn starts a bit off the edge of the field so that squash can be sowed in a line front of the corn planting. I joined this operation after my morning chore of moving the irrigation pipes on the far top hill field. At this point about 4 rows had been sown and I joined in covering up seeds as they were laid in the furrow. We had made it to the 7th or 8th row when Lisa who was working with Willa out in the flat field cultivating came to the fence. "David, Beth is having her baby." Beth has been our must expecting mare and what morning she had shown waxing, a drop of colostrum on her utter, so we knew she would be soon. Corn planting was temporarily suspended and everyone headed down to the dry pen to help out. Beth had had a filly and was licking her down when we arrived. We set to moving the other horses out which prove problematic. Gale one of young fillies who was in the pen refused to be moved out being to interested in the new foal. After much horse way and antics we got her into a small shelter and tied the door shut. We had decided by this point that is was going to be easier to move Beth and her new born into the round pen. Before all of this though David gently milked Beth for some colostrum and fed it to the new foal. We move them to the round pen and milked Beth again and we all sat outside the round pen watching the two horses for a while. It was decided then that the new foals name would be Maizie since see had come during corn planting. We all return to the work that we had been doing before but before we went to lunch we all return to look at Maizie. She was tired from all of the hard work she had done walking on her new legs. She was circling her mom as if looking for the spot where gravity affect her most. It looked as thought she had found it but as new of an experience as walking was laying down was a even newer one. She had one, two, three circles around her spot be for softly collapsing to the ground and falling to sleep.

The Round Pen

The round pen is the greatest tool that a human has for working with a horse. Now you might thing that circle made of steel tubing 8 or so feet high is a rather dull sight and it is. What makes the round pen so important is how it allow you to interact with a horse you want to train. Horses are herd animals and in their herds there is a hierarchy. This hierarchy is established by running. When one horse feels that another horse is challenging it it will chase the horse out of the herd to reestablish its dominance. In the round pen a person can have the same interaction with a horse. Because of the pens shape the horse is made to run in a circle. The person who is training will work with the horse, something as simple as touching it or getting close or as challenging as harnessing and foot work, and the horse is make to run when it being stubborn or not making attention. There are two key signs that can be observed after running a horse to tell it accepts you as the alpha. One is chewing and the other is if it turns its head to face you. The relative attention a horse is giving you can be judge by where its ears are. If at least one ear is fix fast on you while you are talking or moving then you have the horses attention. Round pen work usually progresses slowly but when the breakthrus happen it is amazing. 

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Harrowing

The spike tooth harrow is a devilish looking tool. It is made up of rows of sharp spikes about 3 feet long set 6 or 8 inches from one another in about 8 or 10 rows. Two of these square boxes of joined together by a long bar which also holds a set of chains that connects to a double tree which in turn connects to the horse. Recently I got my first try on this tool. Any lesson that begins with "now be careful this thing can take your leg off it is catches you" grabs one attention. It also adds a bit of nervousness  to the equation of driving. David explained to be what to do and what to be careful for and then I made my first pass. The harrow worked great breaking up the clogs of dirt and making the cultivated soil into a fine seed bed. Then however it was time to turn. It is important when turning a tool such as a harrow which does not have tongue that keeps at distance with horse to not step the horses over to quickly as they can step into the sharp teeth of the tool. I made just such a mistake at my first turn. lucky everything was alright, with Davids help I was able to step Sunny out of the harrow without injuring her. I figured at this point my lesson was over but David had me go again. This time I got the turn right and made another pass. I made many more passes that day and at the end I felt that I had learn a critical piece of driving skill and a large piece of respect for the tool.

Hot Spring

After many exhausting days of work on the farm nothing is better than a day off. Unless it’s a day off spent at the hot spring. Last Monday was such a day. Willia, Lisa, Rain and I all drove out with canoe to the local reservoir. There we unload the canoe and or lunches and cast off paddling to the other side where the hot spring is located. We had good fortune, as the spring was empty. The spring itself is an interesting sight. Water from a water fall is transported via a flexible rubber pipe to at can best be described as a small steamy cave where the water heats p and is send via another rubber pipe to a rock tub that looks to have been cut out of the ground. The tub has a pug at the bottom that drains into the stream that runs from the waterfall. A second tube runs from this creek supplying cold water if it is so desired, so in effect the tub has both hot and cold. While not foul smelling the spring water is loaded with sulfur and calcium salts. So we intrepid relaxers did what we had to. We plugged the tub and let the hot water pour in. We did what we had to soaking in the tub for hours while eating nuts, fruit, chocolate and other lunch treats before declaring our selves fully relaxed. At this point we pull the plug and sent the water wooshing down the creek. We set back to our canoe paddled to our cars and drove home. A grand time was had by all.

Friday, May 16, 2008

Dear Readers

I know that its been a since I last posted. Rest assured that several post are either finished, good ideas, or partly completed. so I leave you with this. There is a saying in Halfway "only fools and newcomers can predict the weather". Two weeks ago it was winter and snowing, two days ago it was warm and spring, today it is hot and dry and summer, and five or so days from now a fool named Yahoo says it will be spring again and raining. I find it best just to live in the weather and not predict it.

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Taking a moment to look up

4/29/08


Some how in the dramatic beauty of the Pine Valley where Horsepower Organics is located it is possible, as I have discovered, to miss one of its finer beauties simply by not lifting ones head. There is plenty to see from the snow covered mountain that form the bowl of rock and green pine that frames and gives the valley its name. The green pastures with their horses and cattle graze, moving, playing. The sight of 20 some 2000 pound beautiful Belgian horses running a full gallop, kicking and jumping shaking their manes and tails. The gentle silence of the falling snow and the clean blanket of white power in the early morning. The suckling of a young colt and the admiring look of the mare that birthed him. The smiles laughs and chuckles of farmers young and old. And yet when the day is done and the head low with exhaustion and relief it is at this time that one the greatest beauties can be missed. As I raise my head into the night sky of Halfway Oregon I can not help but feel that twinkling of the distant stars is the winking of the divine looking down on my letting me know that I’m on the right path. The night sky is but the reflect of all the days beauty and joy wrapped into distinct points. With so many stars in this remote country it’s hard to believe that one can walk to bed and miss them entirely.


A slow morning and a busy afternoon

4/27/08


When I woke up this morn I didn’t feel all that well. The alarm kept going off but I didn’t get up. At some point it gave up trying. It seems the Sisters cold had finally reached me after its roundabout journey from Deborah to David. So I slept. To be honest it felt great to. Deborah and Willa came by my trailer with some water at round 11:30 and a short time later I got up and dress and moved to the house.  Game of cards was being played and a list of things to do was on the table. I asked if we were still on foal watch and learned that we were still waiting for both Stella and Misty to have their foals. S everyone finished up their game of cards and headed for work I headed to the kitchen and then the phone to call my sweetheart. Rain and I were just settling into the rhythm of good conversation when Lisa came into the house panting. I asked if anything was wrong and she replied in quick gasps “Stella…is foaling…” That was all I needed to hear I quickly explained to Rain and said good-bye garbed my shoes and ran for the round pin. When I arrived Stella was lying on her side and a newborn filly was sit next to her. The birth had been hard on Stella and she had needed help at the end. Not a moment later Lisa arrived with the much-needed supplies of olive oil, a clean glass and a syringe. David gently milks the Stella’s utter saving the precious drop of colostrums in the glass jar before handing the jar to Lisa who fills and hands he syringe back to David. David carefully feeds this first precious meal to the new filly. Soon Stella is back on her hoofs and bounding with her newborn. We all watch the as the new filly makes her first attempts and are all amazed at her hungry when she latches onto her moms utter. With the excitement behind us we all settle into doing some work. Not 30 or 45 minutes later we (apprentices) hear Deborah’s call for help in the dry pin.  We come running to discover that Misty too now has foal and that her newborn colt is on the other side of the electric fence that Deborah has hastily knocked down. Working together Willa and I help the colt to his feet and walk him to his mom and lead them both out of the dry pin and into a near by covered stall. There we introduce mother and foal to a host of knickers and whines from both. Willa and I still supporting the colt at this point guide the young one to mothers backside where he can access her utter. He had a hard time of it at first and what a jump that Misty gave when he finally hatched on but he soon had the right idea. As we finished out the day there was a sort of happy high that filled us all. The new colt is named Nick, and the new filly April. They are both healthy, active, and smart and enjoy their new found life.