HAHA! Not really. However, I did have the honor of being interviewed on a podcast that is produced by a friend on Instagram and some of his compatriots. We have known each other for quite a while and have walked in some of the same “Peak Everything” and Climate Change circles. He has often said that his real curiosity is finding out what caused people to actually move their feet when it comes to world and societal issues where others simply complain about them or live in complete denial. Mike lives in a yurt in New Mexico. We share very similar views on life, the universe and everything (42). So when I was invited to be interviewed I was thrilled to be asked. The content is an overview of what got me (more to the point, us) to actually leave everything behind and start a farm out in a sea of grass on the high eastern plains of Colorado. It is my favorite kind of format. It is irreverent, I get to cuss, and we all laugh and share stories about the absurdity of our predicament. Mind you this isn’t roses, rainbows and unicorns. It was fun, however, to get to ramble and pontificate for an hour and a half with people who actually hear with ears that can hear. I have linked both the You Tube version and the Spotify link below. The roots of JAZ Farm come from not being able to turn a blind eye to the direction our world is taking. It was quite an honor and I look forward to coming back at some point. Let the bloviating commence!
Today is December 4th, 2021. Happy ninth birthday JAZ Farm! What a year this place has seen. I am sure that most of you are feeling some of the exhaustion from the myriad issues that seem to all be converging all at one time in our lives. While yes things have been tumultuous, the farm has continued to provide projects, entertainment, sustenance, and peace in a world that has become certifiably insane. We won’t get into any of that here, but most of you who know me know that I do not ascribe to the common political and economic narratives that get thrown around at each other like so much worthless confetti. We live in a troubling age and we are so thankful that we made the decision to build this place and use it as our own family Shire against all the Orcs and Goblins that seem to inhabit the “civilized” world.
It is hard to believe that 9 years have passed. Not only has the farm changed since its inception as a dilapidated house on 40 acres, the surrounding area has seen massive changes as well. Sure, we can wax poetically that these things happen, but given my propensity to be able to connect dots and come to pretty accurate conclusions, it seems that forces have been set in motion that will see the start of significant exoduses from the urban and suburban world as people see the writing on the wall and understand the need to escape to more rural areas or places that will let them provide for a certain amount of self-sufficiency. For those who have done it here, you have my support. We are now one of the elder statesmen on our road. Because of the insane and meteoric rise of real estate prices, folks are selling out left and right (I guess if I had any sense we might do the same, but that isn’t why we moved here and built the Shire). People who never thought they would see a financial boon like this have been cashing out with hundreds of thousands in profit and moving to cheaper states, where, they say, they can live like they do now but with no mortgage and significantly cheaper costs of living. But what that means, however, is that for every seller there is a buyer and there are buyers in spades. After 9 years of practically no sounds coming from our neighbor to the south we now have loud music, gunfire, and now the introduction of their livestock (I only resent 2 of the 3). This has been a theme throughout the community. We all wish that the city folks that bit the bullet and moved would have left the city behind. Oh well, they will calm down eventually I guess. Interstate 70 is the main artery from us into Denver and the development has been following that corridor like a virus. The concerning issues with this have to do with the availability of water, and the digging up of wheat and cornfields to create this Oasis of suburbs in the countryside. I told Zina that other day that if we keep moving east to escape these Zombies, we will wind up in Kansas. The primary constant of the universe is that nothing stays the same. It is understanding these changes that prompted much of what we did here on the farm this year and is informing how we live here going forward.
THE COMPLETION OF THE INFRASTRUCTURE:
As you know, if you have been following along for any amount of time, the idea that I actually “retired” was a joke. I quit my job for any number of reasons, but at the age of 50 I became a farm construction engineer. Up until just a post or two ago, the physical labor involved with the farm design continued unabated and would have bested some folks half my age. Not only did we complete all the paddocks and pens we hoped to have, my body was there, towards the end, letting me know that it indeed was over and that I best not come up with any more cockamamy ideas. 2021 began with our finishing out our garden fencing, fencing in a second 5 acre grazing pasture, then enclosing the whole place along the back and south side with yet more fence (This last one being a way to feel like it had become a completed enclosure). It also allowed us to let the dogs out without having to wonder where the hell they went. They now have a good 5 acres to run around in.
As part of our effort to be as self-sufficient as possible we brought in a couple of American Guinea Hogs to breed. They are the most docile of animals, loving ear scratches and tummy rubs. As they will eat most anything, including grass, they are pretty low maintenance. However, it is ironic that if you leave the males and females together, their propensity to breed goes way down! We had two boars and 3 gilts (females) together and they put each other in the “friend zone”. No babies. So upon some advice and research we separated them like we have the bucks and does of our goat herd. We will probably try in early spring to breed them but in the meantime we had to have a place to put the boys. So this prompted the last small fencing project as seen above. You can see in posts from years ago that the space we have used was our original vegetable garden. It was already fenced on three sides so all I had to do was enclose it on the 4th and add a gate. It should have been a piece of cake, except the drought we have been in baked the ground to cement and I had a devil of a time getting the auger into the ground and ended up dulling it and having to replace the corkscrew unit that actually digs the hole. After pounding in the last of the metal posts, I limped away promising myself and Zina that the days of building fences have indeed become a thing of the past. All of it looks spectacular if you have an eye for such things; But one of my to do lists for this winter is to clean and straighten the garage and put all of the banging and clanking devices in their proper places and leave them to gather dust.
To kind of punctuate the completion of all the construction, it was time to clean the place up. 9 years of building and adjusting accumulates a lot of remnants and crap. We called and had a roll off dumpster brought in and loaded the thing to the gills. If any of you have any experience with farms or ranches, you undoubtably have seen the boneyard junk piles that can accumulate on them. Some of them are hideous and show a certain level of slobbery that we didn’t want here. Old rolls of windbreak fencing, fencing remnants, sawed off sections of wood, and all manner of things no longer needed, were bid farewell. While I hate the idea of using the landfill, there were precious few options. We could have burned off a lot of the wood things, but because of the drought there has been a never ending burn ban, so off it went. It will likely be the only time we will need to do this and considering the amount of waste that is generated simply from people buying too much plastic, breakable and unwanted crap, I figure we are still much farther ahead.
We value our privacy and security here almost as much as our ability to sustain ourselves. While the fencing was mostly to house and pasture our animals, the last close off to our east gave a feeling of completion. For some additional security (and to close off the last escape avenues for the dogs) Aaron and I installed an automatic gate opener/closer on the entrance gates. It was super easy to install and when it closes, it has something called a “Zombie Lock” that locks the two sections of gates together that can only be opened either with a key or one of the remotes. It is so nice to be able to go in and out and have the gates close behind you without having to get out of the truck and manually latch them. It is much the same as people that have automatic garage door openers. It is secure and very convenient. Well worth the money. If anyone is interested, the company we used is Ghost Controls. They work great even on our oversized ranch gates.
THE YEAR OF THE VET:
As you know, we lost our oldest lab (Basil) in August, but that was only one of several animal issues. We have been in to the vet and had the vet come out on several occasions. Our youngest lab had bladder issues, we had one of our baby goats break a back leg and we had a pig go lame with arthritis in her front ankles. Sage is fine, Basil died, Rosemary the goat healed up and Petunia the pig became bacon. Life on the farm. Just recently, we had the vet out again to have the donkey’s teeth brushed. This is called a “full float.” They give them some pretty happy drugs to sedate them. This proved to be a rodeo as they didn’t like the idea of being poked. It is intravenous so it is something they really don’t want to be a part of . Donavan, the youngest, had to have a dose for a full sized horse. Once sedated they have their head lifted with a rope, a bit put in their mouths to open it and then the vet uses a cordless drill (DeWalt) with a grinding device on it to smooth out the back teeth and remove any spikes. If the teeth get too rough it can cause abrasions in their mouth and get all infected and all sorts of other happiness. They pulled through without a hitch and it gave the young vet some experience. Fortunately, she had two techs with her and me. We were able to keep them relatively stabile so she could do her magic. Now the boys are good for another couple of years. It was nice to have them compliment us on how good our stalls and pens look. They said they have seen some pretty bad places.
All of the rest of the animals are doing great. We have rethought the way of raising our turkeys so we will be re-arranging their coop. For various reasons, hatching them doesn’t seem to be a good option, so we will just order them from the hatchery every year. We have hatched them before, but the hatch rate is ridiculously low. We have excellent incubators so it appears that the Tom’s just ain’t up to the task. We have hatched more layer chicks and they will fill in the gaps as our current girls are getting along in age. This past molt saw them stop laying altogether. These new ones should be old enough and laying come spring. The pigs are as happy as can be and seriously only care about food and the occasional scratching. We bred three of our goats in September. We should have babies sometime in February. We are getting to the point where we need to look into selling them. Between the bucks and the does, we have 13 head. They are eating machines so we certainly don’t need more. Fortunately, with all the new urban and suburban farming happening because of the pandemic and the economy crumbling, baby Nigerians fetch a pretty good price. Also, 4H is always looking for animals for the kids to raise. Our cheese making has been a fabulous success. We just had some cheddar that had aged 6 months and it was amazing. There are always tweaks to learn, but at this stage, we are impressed. We also built a goat breeding pen and then constructed a playhouse for them to hang out in. We got the idea from a You Tube channel we follow and the goats seem to love it. It is an A frame construction that gives them all manner of ways to jump and play. It also gives the does a way to escape should the buck get a little to aggressive.
Without having to show you yet more pictures of baskets of produce and jars or preserved stuff, suffice it to say that the gardens, yet again, performed admirably. We made a switch to growing both the tomatoes and peppers in the greenhouse. The peppers seemed to approve and we ended up having them coming out of our ears. Our Asparagus forest went crazy and again we were able to harvest a few hundred pounds of potatoes.
Because of the faux supply chain crisis and because it seems that everyone learned to can in 2020, Ball canning lids became almost unobtainable. We have a pretty large store of them, but because of not knowing how long the shortage would last, we investigated our options. We had currently been freezing, dehydrating and canning as much as we could. From some videos and articles, we happened upon a company called Harvest Right. They are one of the only manufacturers of household use Freeze Dryers. If you have ever gone backpacking you are undoubtably familiar with freeze dried meals from companies like Mountain House, Legacy, Augustan Farms, Thrive life, etc. They are great food storage options but a freeze dryer lets you store your own. We purchased their medium sized unit and the thing has been running non-stop since we got it. It is absolutely amazing how many things you can freeze dry. If stored properly the vegetables can last for up to 25 years. Because it can all be put through the machine, we have had virtually no waste from spoilage out of the garden. We have freeze dried bushels of beans, eggplant, ground turkey meat, potatoes, onions, cheese, fruit and things I am probably forgetting at the moment. For we homesteaders, this thing is a game changer. Oh yes, tomatoes. I wish I had gotten the larger unit, but this thing is serving us very well.
SO WHAT IS NEXT?
That brings us to today, the end of the year. As I write this it is about 70 degrees. I just got back from the store wearing shorts, a T-shirt and Crocs. This weather is insane. Denver broke a record of over 225 days with no measurable snowfall. It is dust bowl era dry here and yet Hawaii is expecting a foot of snow and 100 mph winds. After having been out of the drought for a spell, we are now in an “extreme drought” according to NOAA and the USDA. This is a bit scary. While we have good water with our well, I will be ramping up the creation of our rooftop water catchment system. We had an issue (now resolved) with our solar system and battery back up. Should that system go down, as our well pump is electric, we would not have water. Sure the humans can get water and we have an apartment in the city, but watering the animals would become a significant issue. We have so screwed things up as a species that the north and east are bracing for a very snowy and cold winter and we are wondering if it will ever freeze. I still have Broccoli growing in the gardens and I have had to regularly water the apple trees, Blackberries, Asparagus and Garlic. Our solar guy said that not only did he wish more people had systems like ours, he wished more people would choose to live like we do. I have always been open to teaching these techniques but I largely get silence with just crickets in the background.
As I stated earlier, nothing stays the same. The economy is collapsing, fuel and food prices are sky-rocketing and home heating is supposed to get out of hand. There are predictions of propane and natural gas shortages. The specter of the issues like happened in Texas last year, have the potential to spread everywhere. We are a nation under siege and I wish my giant YAWP into the universe would actually yield some results. But, alas, the Siren’s song of golf, theaters, malls, new cars, fast food, and shiny things, call too loudly and we are indeed screwed. So all we can. do is just live our lives and ignore the noise and criticism of others.
The one dependency I have always wanted to be rid of is propane delivery. While we are not tied to a natural gas line, some shmoe has to come out a couple of times a year and fill our propane tank. Given that we have been warned all over the country that propane shortages could indeed be a thing, and that our furnace runs on it, we decided this needed to be remedied. I am not going to get into the details of the BS we have endured trying to buy and install this thing (same as everything else we have had someone else do here), but we invested in a wood burning stove. It will be our primary heating source and the gas furnace will be set at about 50 degrees just to ensure that we don’t have issues with freezing pipes should there be no fire. We have about 10 cords of wood out back and the final installation (after having to report them to the BBB) will likely happen this coming week. That will be a relief. We found out through experience that while our battery back ups can run the furnace turbine if the power goes out, it can’t do it all night. So this way we will lower our propane consumption, take the burden off of the batteries and allow us the ambience of a fire and its soothing heat. We could probably be completely off of propane if we had a solar hot water system so if you are so inclined to do a Go Fund Me for the farm, we would appreciate it greatly! LOL.
As far as the rest of the world is concerned, it ain’t lookin’ pretty. The economy is in shambles and is only being held up by corporate share buy-backs and insane Fed money printing. People are leaving abusive employment in droves. The pandemic and inflation (being created by the fed) is taxing people’s purchasing ability to the hilt. Food shortages are starting to hit home and all that cheap Chinese crap everyone seems to like to buy at Walmart is languishing in a mathematically unsolvable problem called “The Whiplash Effect;” not to mention the many flying penises being launched into space who’s worth could solve world hunger. There is no way we will ever see pre-2019 “normal” again. Given the droughts and major climactic events, we will be lucky to have anything resembling a functional eco-system ever again. Here, let me just tell you where I am….. There will be precious few humans alive on this rock in about 10 years. You go ahead and live in denial. The data favors me.
So given this rosie news, I simply won’t involve myself in politics and social issues. They are pointless. I will help others as I can but I am not a crusader. If people want help doing what we do they need to seek us out. If not, it is nothing but a circus side show. I have my popcorn and a good seat. Bring on the show.
On a personal and familial note, we are indeed done building. The 10th year of the farm will be transitional, hopefully leading to a whole new life paradigm. We will be living the farm life always looking to de-stress and find peace. In my case, I have bent to the whim and scapegoating of sick people enough in my life. My family owes no one, including other family or anyone else. We did the virtuous thing and the kill ourselves thing to please others long enough. As we move into our sixties, the farm will be our oasis, our Shire, our place of reclusion and peace. The 10th year will help us to transition to this life, hanging up post drivers and screw drivers and hammers and pick up feed bags, hoes and hay. We will live and love and move away from this insane society and culture. In a philosophical/spiritual sense it is a death and rebirth. Personally, I am walking away from our virus of a species. I don’t have many in-person friends anyway and I have no desire to interact with the insanity that this abusive culture is inflicting on it’s citizens. There is peace in reclusion. There is virtue in being a hermit. There is love in being a hobbit. Animals love in a way that humans are incapable of. Nature heals, civilization destroys and if I have to die a hermit refusing to participate in a diagnosably mentally ill society then I am willing to do so either by natural or personally chosen ways. I am saying goodbye to all things except my efforts to heal our little piece of Mother Earth. We are at the toxic end of a badly damaged and corrupt empire. I refuse to participate anymore. I hope that my life not only helps to heal, but that it makes a statement. I hope from a personal note that this will rebalance me after a lifetime of abuse and living in survival mode. I gave enough to everyone. My wife has done the same. We now will work on healing ourselves and loving each other throughout the time we have left. JAZ Farm is our safe haven. She deserves our care and I am sure, she will care for us.
It has been some time since I did a musing of something a bit more personal about what is going on out here. Below is simply an unedited version of a journaling I did recently. I gave my 50’s do developing our farm. Most of this blog chronicles the building of the place and how things work. Anyone who has followed this over the years understands the ecological and social issues that made us drop out and build this place. For my part, there was a deeply personal aspect to it as well. That being disillusionment made violently manifest. I turn 59 in less than a week. While ages and dates don’t really mean much to me, there is a part of me that wants to see this farm work of art shine and support us in a way that the previous 58 years were not able to. Sure, I give thanks for the fact that I was a successful business person and yes, there is a certain privilege to being able to say the things I have here – so what? This is raw, unedited and hopefully will give you an idea what happened personally to drive us to go where very few have gone. It is my sincere wish that others can build their Shire and escape the trappings of a completely insane culture. We all deserve it no matter what our sociopathic society says. Peace.
THE FARMER’S GREAT RESET.
TURNING OVER A NEW LEAF. CREATING NEW HABITS. LIVING THE LAST THIRD UNAPOLOGETICALLY AND AUTHENTICALLY. GOING INTO A YEAR LONG RETREAT TO ALLOW EVERYTHING TO TRANSFORM.
What Is Your Great Reset?
Living on and completely immersed in the farm like an artist or a writer is immersed in their craft. Leaving the world and going inward. Finally living without judgment or fear of belittlement. To transform physically and mentally to let the authentic self have life unapologetically.
I hate us. I can’t stand the state of affairs in the world any longer. Therefore, just like I went no contact awhile back, I am going to become a Hermit or Recluse in my 59th year. I can’t develop the way I want to as a farmer-artist, painting on my canvas, unless I can slow down, cut myself in half physically, and tune out the insanity of the U.S. We are a certifiably insane species. The Pandemic illustrated it, exposed people for who they are, and I want no part of it.
I gave my 50’s to creating this farm. It came out of me like a composition written out by Mozart. I just kept going and going and, suddenly, it is all here. The last piece is to let myself inhabit this canvas and live completely merged with what it can do. So the last year of my 50s is to restore my health, unleash my true self, and live here as a Hermit would – Cut off from the world, not leaving the Shire, using ordering methods to get things we need, and being the driver or conductor of the farm making this piece of art sing. I guess I am talking about the death of an old self. “Die before you die and then realize that there is no death.” – Eckhart Tolle. I deserve to have a life of peace and contemplation. I earned it. There is so much about this world in which I was raised and the experiences I have had, to prove it. Not being wanted, being abused, and the absolute whirlwind of an existence that brought me to this point and still be alive. This is now on my terms. The biggest task I have is to “decommission the warrior.” To let the Hulk go and let the warrior sit by the fire and smoke his pipe. I don’t need to be armored up like that any more and, as my therapist said, “there is no doubt that if the warrior is needed, you are so good at bringing him up, you will be able to call on him if and when needed.” I have the battle scars to remind me of it all. But from now on, the artist, the scientist, the painter, the grower of things, is now in charge. How that happens is the puzzle, because after 58 years, old survival habits die hard.
To paint on this canvas that I dedicated my life to must be a slow and simple life; A life without the stresses of the outside world; A life devoted to the simple pleasures that our farm affords us. It is going no contact with all of society, keeping in touch only to stay abreast of things of normal responsibility. People make everything up. They tell themselves stories in order to survive. In other words, it is all lies and I will not live in lies anymore. We are a psychopathic, uncaring, lot. One need only look at the history of the last century, all the wars and brutality and death, to see that humanity is certifiably abusive and insane. The only way to have a good and peaceful life is to leave.
Old habits to be rid of:
>Not caring for myself. Even writing like this feels foreign. It makes me shake and feel guilty because, after all, this is selfish according to that horrible Calvinist upbringing I was forced to endure. Priority number one has to be good diet and exercise. Not powerlifting or biking to god knows where. Simple stretching, walking and resistance exercises with the TRX Band. A diet based on JAZ Farm food and the foods we buy in bulk.
>Drinking wine to calm down. The substitute for the rev up with coffee and slow down with wine needs to be a complete slow down of my life. The Thich Nhat Hanh “Just drink your tea” habit applied to everything. This isn’t a substitute way of doing the same things that caused my pain, it is a complete redevelopment of me. Thus, I am going full on hermit for my 59th year. It is about controlling my thoughts, stop thinking, moving slowly and deliberately avoiding everything that has caused me such duress in the past. Calm, Quiet and Slow.
>As Jennifer Aniston said when asked how she kept in such good shape she replied, “Don’t eat shit.” That is the foundation of this. Taking the time to fix healthy food, not drink to escape, and allow myself to isolate and not flee the farm. After all, I am leaving the farm to eat crap under a tree to try to escape my thoughts and fears….. which, of course, I take with me because they are in my head. Replace the dopamine hits from fast food and wine with living deliberately, simply and slowly.
So these are the main habits to kick in this year long retreat: Don’t eat crap. Don’t drink wine to escape. Decommission the Warrior and cease the hyper-vigilance. Don’t neglect yourself.
So conversely then, what are the new habits to develop to allow the farm artist to flourish in the last third of his existence?
> Wake up slowly. Ease into everything and hurry nothing. Not even if Zina is raring to go. Let her do it and follow as you see fit. After all, you work on the farm every day. Wake slowly and catch the thoughts that create those awful mountains and make your whole existence seem insurmountable. Don’t think about all the things that “Have to be done” all at once. Arise, stretch, go about the morning tasks and chores and let yourself begin the day with a gradual re-entry into the world. You know that with your back’s side effects you can’t just jump out of bed and get moving anymore. Take it slow. You know it can take a couple of hours. Be accepting of that fact.
> Walk. Every day. Walk. Start slowly and over the course of this year long retreat, become the walker/hiker you used to be. In other words, embrace the things of your past that give you contentment and jettison the rest.
> Use the TRX Band to rebuild your legs (A TRX Band uses your own body weight as resistance instead of having to use weights or weight machines).
> Cut yourself in half. Your extra weight is the symbol of all the stress and abuse you have endured and how hard you fought and how much you denied yourself for everyone else. Lose the weight as the symbolic gesture of not needing the warrior and the armor. See shedding of weight as a victory dance, a giant “fuck you” to everyone that tried to destroy you. In order for you to paint requires your physical health. Do not let the world steal this from you any longer – NO fast food. NO processed food, wheat or sugar. Eat JAZ Farm food that you cook. There is no better diet than that. Stay on the farm and eat real meals and don’t eat snack food thinking that cooking or heating something up is too much work. All that is an excuse to neglect yourself again. It is what you did to survive. Stop self-loathing and your diet will come automatically and sustain you and clear your head.
> Slow your daily life down by an order of magnitude. While there are the daily chores and gardening, nothing HAS too get done in a hurry. Those days are over. Using the current pig pasture changes as an example: it needs to get done to accomplish the pig breeding goals, but it doesn’t need too all be done in a day. What you used to do in a day, do in a week. Enjoy the process and take care of your body. You need a lot of rest after your career and building the farm and overcoming things that should have killed you. Part of the self-care is doing just that, regardless of whether or not someone else wants to run. Move slowly and deliberately, doing what you want to do and not destroying yourself in the process. No one you know has done what you have done. There is nothing to prove…. Just be the farm artist. No Hurry.
> Stop thinking. Stop gluing yourself to the outside world via the news and such. There is nothing you can do for the world that you aren’t already doing. If you think of something new, great, then you can explore that, but for daily sanity, devote yourself to your craft. Drop out of society and thinking you have to stay hyper-informed like you did for work and the need to feel safe. You are safe here and should an event occur that needs your attention, you will certainly find out about it. As you have told others, “One could drop out just like not following a soap opera, come back in a year and not have missed a thing.” It is all awful and insane. Protect your own sanity and your own path of achieved enlightenment and ignore it. Pay attention only to those things that further your farm art and self-sufficiency. You owe no one anything. You tried that and it burned you for decades. Quit putting your hand in the fire now that you know it will always be hot.
>Continually walk away and leave the insanity to the outside world. They are not your concern.
To sum up the new habits:
Walk, stretch and resistance train.
Wake up slowly and ease into the day as you need to, keeping your mind calm so as not to catastrophize and build mountains.
Cut yourself in half and eat right using the foods you so expertly raise and process
Slow your daily life down by half, making life a meditation
Don’t think and stay present
Ignore the outside world and only leave the farm to hunt and gather as necessary (not running to escape – remember, your head comes with you) Escape comes from controlling your thoughts.)
Stop thinking and staying hyper-informed. Work methodically and when you don’t feel like it….don’t.
Use this journaling to help keep you focused and help keep your true self from becoming buried.
Don’t speak unless necessary. Don’t argue points because people and their opinions are usually ignorant and uninformed. Whether or not you are right…. It doesn’t matter.
Be reborn in the likeness in your head. Create yourself unencumbered. Create yourself in your own image. You deserve it.
After all, it isn’t that you don’t know who you are. The real you was just bullied into submission for most of your life. The time to keep doing that to yourself is over.
So who am I and where is all of this leading?
“Decide what kind of life you really want and then say “no” to everything else.”
An introvert that really thinks his species is a disgusting viral catastrophe incapable of regulating itself or doing things for the common good. As a result, I choose not to be with them.
Creative. After all, look at this place. There is nothing else to say.
Enlightened. In my reality, I know that the wider society is completely asleep. I don’t know everything but I know enough and hope to keep evolving towards my higher self. My old self was completely for defense. The self that was imprisoned, is real and awake.
A farmer and rancher
A painter on the earth canvas, a nurturer of the land and a rejector of human “progress” and its destruction of the planet. I seek to heal the small portion of the earth upon which I dwell.
A Prepper. The threats from modern society are real. I and the farm proved we are able to endure during this pandemic. My only hyper-vigilance is to make sure we continue to prepare for the hell scape that is civilization. If I have a mission that keeps me tied to staying informed it is that. Water, food, shelter, medicine, defense……. Repeat. I enjoy doing it and we are pretty far along that path, so it too, needs to be methodically maintained, not done out of panic.
A weaver. I want to create my weaving. I would love to have a presence where people can buy my wares like a painter sells paintings at fairs.
A Homesteader. I love raising animals and have them provide us food. I love gardening and preserving what we have grown. I love making cheese and making soap and butter and cooking delicious, healthy food. I love the old ways. I am just not able to work as hard to build things as I used to be at the beginning of this escapade and am completely burned out from it.
A believer in the here and now issue of catastrophic climate change. There is no prepping for this. However, the blinders that people have on regarding it also makes me need to drop out. Ignorance, without a desire to become educated, is one of the greatest disgusts I have for humans. They have completely exposed their true colors. Between denying climate change, the refusal to do anything about it and the stupidity revolving around the pandemic, I am through with humanity. It is quite likely that when I reinforce these new habits, this year long retreat may very well become permanent.
A lover of animals. I would have dozens of goats, chickens, turkeys, pigs, donkeys, dogs and cats. Human beings are not the most intelligent species on the planet. The animals are. If you doubt it, come spend an afternoon with the donkey farm gurus. They will absolutely set you straight. Shit, I’d take our goat bucks in rut year round over people in expensive cars and business suits. With the former, you know where they stand, the latter will stab you in the back when you aren’t looking.
So for the next year, I will be leaving the farm as little as possible. I will be working very hard at developing the new habits that I deserve and that the farm was designed specifically to support. I will still be posting and doing the occasional videos and things, but I created my own Shire after throwing the ring of power into the fiery mountain and I intend to take full advantage of that privilege. This is my promise and birthday gift to myself. It is high time someone lived up to their promises – even if it is me promising me.
There is nothing else I care about. I have, in my book, done it all. What I have accomplished and endured would have killed most people. The warrior, still, refuses to let me die. For that I am grateful.
I had a strange feeling this past New Year. It felt like the twenty teens were somehow the last “normal” decade we were ever going to see. Forces have been arising that seemed to have enough clout to really rock our world through the 2020’s. The markets were too long in the tooth, being held up by rubber bands and paper clips as well as massive amounts of money being fed into the system by the fed and companies doing the same thing that helped cause the Great Depression (Buying back their stock). This, and the fact that over half of this country didn’t participate in the recovery from 2008 and are incapable of handling an emergency that would require them to come up with $400.00. If you have read this blog for any time, I think Climate Change is the ultimate trump card. There is no escaping it and if the IPCC is correct, the talking points say that we only have this decade to turn things around (I am not of that camp. I don’t think it can be turned around at all). So the clock is ticking and the doomsday clock was pushed closer to midnight than it has ever been. I just didn’t think we would see it all happen in the first quarter of the first year of the new decade! I had been calling out warnings for a couple of years now that a life changing event was coming. I just didn’t know the catalyst was going to come from a bat. Welcome to the jungle. And you thought Mother Nature could be controlled and wasn’t in charge. Baaaa, baaaa, says the sheep.
(As an aside, it is remarkable to me that we could mobilize all of these logistics globally to fight a bug because it is killing and maiming people, but human extinction due to climate change? Virtually nothing. Save ourselves from the bat bug, so we can die from accelerated habitat loss. Humanity, if nothing else, is certainly a conundrum. But I digress).
We, like everyone, have been pretty scope locked on this infernal virus. But, because we live the way we live, we have been prepared for just about everything for many years. As I have some pretty hyper-vigilant situational awareness senses, we were out ahead of this thing. We filled in the gaps (Not Toilet Paper – because of where we live, you ALWAYS have extra) and instead of having to freak and scramble for basic daily rations, I went out and filled in the more comfort items: snacks, drinks, chips, etc. For any of the more long-term food storage items we simply add to it as a matter of course. My spidey senses told me that the window was closing fast to get prepared, so I went when all the others still seemed to think all was normal. Friends, relatives, neighbors at the cafe’, as usual, poo poo’d it because that thing we call media, was convincing everyone it was “over there” and it was just a bad case of the “flu” and those bad government doobies were just trying to scare us. We in the prepper and homesteader – verse were not convinced for a minute. Most of those I follow and are friends with were on the same page we were. The mantra was “get prepared now before everyone else suddenly realizes how serious this is.” And, of course, here we are.
It was the week after I did all of this that the hoards descended en-masse like the pictures and videos everyone is now familiar with (maybe you were even featured in them). We have always had some masks and gloves around (we use the masks to clean the chicken coop). We have always had an extensive first-aid supply so all I really did was pick up a bunch of cold, flu, nausea and cough meds for possible first response needs (Oh ya, and a new thermometer and finger mounted Pulse Oximeter). The weekend AFTER the first feeding frenzy was entertaining. I went to Costco to get some meat I needed for some canning I’m doing. I got to joke around with the staff amidst the empty shelves and cardboard boxes. They said that past weekend was worse than Christmas. The photo below is a clerk at our closest grocery store. She is a friend. She and I had gone to physical therapy together. The woman she is checking out had 3 carts loaded to over-flowing, and every check out aisle was similar. All I was after was some whole milk that we make yogurt for our pigs with!
Keep in mind this is a full size grocery store out in the sticks in a town of 2500 people. They did this to the shelves in 2 days:
Because we produce so much of our own food and because we always keep the things we don’t grow stocked up in the pantry or freezers, we were fortunate not to have to go out into the freak show for very much.
Our virus prepping was quite a bit different from the norm. Some of our food walks around and eats grain. In addition to this little pandemic surprise we are now confronting, climate change hasn’t gone away. Last year, for the blissfully unaware, was a terrible year for grain crops. Severe flooding prevented many farmers from planting. Many had their grain stores ruined or washed away and the freak freezes in the mid-west this past fall made harvesting a challenge. As a result, there have been warnings about possible grain shortages (potatoes too). We are expecting an El-Nino this coming summer which, at least here, usually means drought conditions and heat. Should we experience another poor growing season for crops, animal feed will get expensive. So in order to withstand this virus shindig and to get out ahead of potential grain price increases, we prepped for our critters more than we prepped for ourselves. For us, feed means a continuous source of eggs (a re-producing breakfast supply), feed means pork (we have breeding stock now so our pork will beget more pork). Hay means milk, cheese and yogurt from our goats. They all make compost and that means vegetables. We feed a lot of our eggs to our pigs as a protein source, so, in essence, the chicken feed gets used twice! Our goal is to have a year each of chicken and pig feed and a year or more of stacked hay (In a drought, hay gets ridiculously hard to find and, as a result, expensive). So while the citiots were out mobbing Costco, Sams, Walmart and Target, we were just up the road ordering skids of feed. With the eggs, pork, chicken and dairy taken care of, we are well situated, and it will help stretch the stored goods for quite some time.
Other preps have included, butchering 125 lbs. of turkey and grinding it up and putting it in the freezer; making gallons of turkey and chicken soup along with the ingredients to can loads of other meals. Now that the weather is turning for the better, we will be collecting our Jersey Giant meat bird eggs and hatching them out. We have Cornish Cross chicks due in in a month and they will add to the freezer in short order (they grow very fast). We have one goat in milk right now and will be breeding the others. They will kid in the fall and the milk faucet will continue on unabated.
Like so many people who are privileged to be able to, Zina has been ordered to work from home for the foreseeable future. We are very grateful to her company to be out ahead of the problem as well. Aaron came home for spring break and it has turned into a year ending affair. He will be taking the remainder of his classes on line this semester and then he will be home for the summer. It remains to be seen if school starts back up in the fall. Given the blundering way the powers that be are handling this, don’t hold your breath. For those who can’t work from home, we certainly hope for the best. Too bad we can’t count on those living off of our tax dollars to do anything important. Isn’t it ironic that those who have the low “skill”, low wage jobs are now considered indispensable? Quite frankly, I think this bat virus is exposing “capitalism” for the two tiered sociopathic farce that it is.
So after getting hunkered down at the farm (which didn’t change much except that I’m not alone for most of the week now), we started looking to the long term. You see, it is my contention that if we are to survive not only through this virus, or if there are others (which there are sure to be), and the changing living conditions in which we find ourselves, there is going to be a re-ruralization – or at least a massive re-structuring of urban settings. The supply lines will become more localized. Globalism will be seen for the failure that it is (Who’da thunk that a virus from a poor wet market in Asia could get on a plane and kill people all the way around the world. Globalism….. the perfect model.). Knowing this, it makes sense to get out ahead of that curve as well. In World War II they were called “Victory Gardens”. Due to food rationing and military mobilization, people were called upon to farm their yards. It is currently going on in Russia and it is a large part of how Cuba has survived its sanctions and horrendous treatment at our hands. It is a remarkable thing, abundance. If you have the means and some space it is time to start growing a garden. It is great exercise, the taste of the food is without equal, and if you do it with your neighbors, the bartering and sharing (gasp!) creates community. Hey! You are locked up anyway, its something to do instead of shooting zombies on the PS4 and produces an actual result! If the supply lines get disrupted because of this, you will be ever thankful for taking this advice. We do save our seed every year, but for those we can’t we are even getting a supply ordered for 2021 ahead of time (seeds can last for several years in a fridge – we have a little one just for that purpose).
We are calling this year’s garden planting, “re-stocking the produce aisle”. While it hasn’t changed from what we normally do and because the building projects here are largely done, I have been able to give it more attention than years past. This is an aisle restocking for the late summer and fall. The seedlings are up and loving the basement “suns” as they get set to go into their pre-garden grow out pots. Later this week I am expecting 20 tons of planting soil to be delivered so that I can finish my last 2 48 x 6 foot row crop beds. Then the composting and amending begins in earnest for the planting to begin in the next 6-8 weeks.
I have also begun making tinctures. For those who don’t know what these are, they are extracts made by soaking an herb or spice in grain alcohol or vodka for about a month. The resulting filtered liquid can be used for many medicinal situations. For instance, our garlic tincture is great for regulating blood pressure, can act as a blood thinner, and has strong anti-viral properties (hint). Considering that 97% of our antibiotics come from China, learning the old medicinal ways only makes sense. Get ahead of the curve!
So, personally, I think all those that are acting like my eldest Lab when we put her out in her pen and then just stands there staring at the house like we have locked her in prison, lack creativity. This should be used to learn, to experiment, to develop new skills to adapt to a life that is certainly going to be different.
I assert again that the twenty teens were the last “normal” decade. The new normal will be something akin to living like an Amish Hobbit in the 1850’s. You can prepare for it, or you can sit around like baby birds in a nest waiting for momma Robin to come stuff a worm down your gullet. Of course, that makes one dependent upon the same government they claim to hate. Hey, I just call em like I see ’em. As I learned to affirm in therapy, “I wasn’t wrong then, I’m not wrong now.” Given how many people are now contacting me about what to do, I get to feel a little smug. The days of insulting or dismissing homesteaders and preppers are over. We don’t engage in Schadenfreude, but there is some shaking of our heads. A certain amount of “I told you so” is well deserved. We earned it. We in the community do hope that there can be a civilized transition to the new normal and not Mad Max. But rest assured there is preparedness for that too. We are at a crossroads and where it goes from here and how it goes from here is destined to be incredibly entertaining. Keep your wits about you. Don’t believe any rosie short term forecasts, this is going to be with us for a very long time to come.
Hunker down. My favorite meme from this:
So we are at the end of week three of our farm stress test. The goal of which to assess how both the farm itself and it’s inhabitants could manage should an LCE (Life Changing Event) require us to sequester ourselves here. I am happy to see that most of it has been positive; however, because this has caused us to look critically at the whole system, it has revealed some issues that need to be addressed.
The Off-Grid Infrastructure:
I see little issue with our off grid systems so far. We are on a well and that will be supplemented with water catchment and diversion systems. We have several water filtration techniques so unless we see both the well dry up and have a massive prolonged drought (which could certainly happen – we live in the western end of what was engulfed by the dust bowl) we are as good as we can get at this point. We need to add some more water tanks, but we already knew that. Our septic system has been checked out and is running as it should. We are contemplating a composting toilet system as well. The solar electric system continues to amaze. Should the grid fail, I don’t see much of a problem. Should the solar system fail, we also have a dual fuel generator to back that up and it is even more powerful than the panels. A weaker point has to do with heat and hot water. We are completely dependent upon propane. While there is no shortage of the stuff, it will not be getting any cheaper. I find it frustrating to no end to have to depend on a guy with a truck who may or may not get to us during an LCE. I would like to see us install a solar hot water system and a wood stove. While this wouldn’t eliminate our propane needs, it would drastically reduce it to the point where we’d be able to manage. We have multiple ways to cook, including solar. We know that if the grid goes down our electric range and oven will not function unless hooked to a generator (which can be done) but other than the oven (which would be replaced by our solar oven), we can do anything the stove can do via alternative means. Transportation would need to be drastically curtailed due to fuel scarcities and costs. I will not be getting a horse and wagon. I do too much already.
Off farm emergencies:
Well folks, you’d be on your own. Ironically, as I posted previously, we had the perfect storm of events that tested this issue. What a fiasco. Our farm hand had surgery, Zina had to leave town and I sprained my hip and could barely walk. It was touch and go as to whether or not the chores could get done. Had it been as serious as my back two years ago, this would have been an epic failure. This turn of events has spurred me on to really get a community together. We have a few folks that we can share tasks with now and I hope to expand that. You feed my goats, I’ll hay your horses, etc. However, in an LCE, if you can get here just don’t show up unannounced, we likely would do anything possible to not have to leave in the first place.
Our food storage and our ability to grow food made this a solid foundation for us. So far this has been a no brainer. Between purchased dry goods, freeze dried and dehydrated food storage, vacuum sealed and bucketed items, canned and jarred preservation and pre-made meals, we could survive for a very long time. That, and knowing how to cook creatively and on a multiple of different sources, is a skill set to be valued. As long as we have our chickens, breakfast is made for us daily, thus taking some of the burden off of our pantry. BUT! That leads us to another discovery that will be leading us to a more in depth plan of action.
Food For Our Food:
If you have only been watching the corporate infotainment channels, you are likely pretty uninformed. Those corporate mind numbing displays of faux news have likely not let you know that we are on the cusp of some pretty serious food shortages and price increases due to the massive flooding this past spring and the freak freezes of the past month. This is likely to continue. If you think food prices have gone up a lot lately, hold on to your shorts. Between grain shortages and a massive swine fever in Asia that has destroyed close to half a billion hogs, this is going to get interesting to say the least.
If we can keep growing our own vegetables and greens, and as long as we can raise our own meat, eggs and dairy, we are in good shape. But that, itself, has a weak link too. We are incapable of growing the feed needed to keep breakfast miraculously appearing every day. While we won’t be fighting the insane citiot crowds at the grocery stores, hay and critter feed are the same sort of weak link as depending on the propane dude to bring us highly pressurized, explosive gas. We don’t have haying equipment and simply can’t afford it. A stout system to hay out our back 30 acres would cost in the neighborhood of $100,000.00. So we need to constantly be on the look out for sources of Alfalfa/Grass bales. Secondly, we can’t grow enough grain in diversified enough quantities to feed our turkeys and chickens year round. There are ways to make or purchase cheaper feed , but currently we feed all organic and that isn’t always easy to find. We are going to be switching to a new breed of pig that can be raised mostly on hay, which will bring down our feed costs, and we do have ways to mix our own chicken feed from bulk purchases, so we do have some alternatives. However, just as we rotate our food pantry to continually cycle the older food and replace it with newer, we need to do that with feed. We also need to fence in an additional pasture so we can take advantage of the grass we do have without having to bale it. We will be spending a tidy sum here to get about 6 months of poultry and hog feed stored and then rotate through it (Grains that have been milled and mixed have about a 6-8 month shelf life). From there, we will simply start at one end and back fill to replenish as we go. Because hay is a local search and we are prone to drought, not only will we keep the barn stocked, as you can see in the photo above, we will be stacking it and tarping it under the barn awning as well. If kept dry, hay can last about 3 years. This should help keep the eggs, meat and cheese flowing. Lastly, I need to do a better job of seed saving. I do some, but I need to be more diligent at it. Plants adapt to their environment over time and that gets passed on to through their seeds. That is important out here given the poor soil quality and hard water. Lastly, we are an hour away by vehicle, to the nearest hospital. We have ample first aid supplies, but I’m thinking that some improved herbal knowledge couldn’t hurt.
So this experiment has been fun. It has let us play the SHTF game, do some thought experiments, experience some of it in real time, and map strategy going forward. I would highly recommend that you give it a try in your own world. It can be an eye opener. I hope this also gives you some ideas as to what we could be facing and help you to develop some sort of plan of action. Don’t work panicked, work smart. The 7 year anniversary of purchasing this place happens in three weeks. It takes time. Do the best with what you have. To quote a friend: “It’s one Step at a time, one Thing at a time one Day at a time (STD), just don’t procrastinate.
A JAZ Farm truism:
It took a lot of grit and determination to create this life murdering colossus we call civilization. We extolled its virtues and named it progress. For we the people who have rejected this, tried to revive the old ways and live a life in the Shire, when you are virtually alone, the work required is just as arduous and is almost a super human endeavor. The forces are conspired against you. Be dedicated. Be driven. Rebel.
What an amazing week this has been. I guess I should be grateful to it for exposing what I had suspected in our system, but wow did this whole week go from an experiment to reality in the blink of an eye! The neighbor to our south, who also owns our local wine store and raises angus beef cattle, said she completely feels our pain. One does not simply up and leave a farm on a moment’s notice.
We were simply going to check our ability to survive off-grid for a month and all hell broke loose. 1. Our farm hand had surgery (we knew that was going to happen). 2. Zina’s father had a stroke and is in the hospital for the foreseeable future. 3. Zina is now not at the farm as a result and if he passes, I have to now call my mother here because evidently one layer of farm hands as a back up is insufficient. 4. Of all the damned luck. I am seeing yet another therapist. All I did was take ONE step down from his office and sprained my hip (It felt like a paper towel being ripped off the roll). Of course, this set off a cascade of panic as I had to literally crawl to the house from the car when I got home because my hip couldn’t take any weight. That set off all sorts of worry as to whether or not I’d be able to take care of the creatures in the morning. Fortunately, by using dual hiking poles, like one would do cross country skiing, I was able to get it all done. The last couple of days have pretty much been lying about, icing my hip, and cursing the universe. It is mind blowing just how much could go unexpectedly bad in such a short period of time (Oh ya, our youngest Lab had a diarrhea episode last night in our bathroom. Try cleaning that disgusting mess up while not being able to bend down!). I’m pretty convinced that the universe is sadistic and it costs too much to live here on this rock because of our “civilization”. We have a lot to consider going forward. Please spare me the God and all things happen for a reason BS.
So, obviously, not much got done here the past couple of days. BUT! I have made goat milk soap in the past week or so, and just made my own CBD oil from Colorado Catnip grown right here on the farm.
That’s the important take away I think. So many of us are completely tied to the grid and to corporations to supply us with our needs. Instead of working towards self-sufficiency, our society has worked to tie us to a dependency system. This is a Catch-22 in my opinion. You get educated to get a good job. Once you have said job, you have to pay for your own transportation, work clothes, housing, food, and insurance, all so you can earn money at a job to pay for all of those costs. In financial planning jargon we call those “fixed expenses”. You wake up in your dorm or fancy suburban prison cell, dress, go to your job, do your job and then come home and shelf yourself back into your housing unit to store yourself until the next day – all on your dime. Essentially, it is the percentage of your earnings that are required of you to keep earning. The rest is retirement savings (that you can’t use for decades), taxes to pay for military conquests abroad, extortion level medical insurance premiums and then “discretionary cash” – the money used to have a “lifestyle” so you don’t go insane from the treadmill job you spent precious time, money and life to get and keep. In that venue, under the illusion of convenience, you either go out to eat, or go to the grocery store to acquire your necessary and, in many cases, unnecessary calories, of which you have no control over and which gets more expensive every year. Because of this frustration, you end up spending more of your discretionary income in therapy trying to figure out how to survive in a world that is completely, and non-hyperbolically, insane.
What we have discovered on the homestead/farm is just what usury levels of costs are built into the system for this convenience. Canning, dehydrating and freezing food you grow yourself, reveals just how much of your earnings are being sucked from you because you let someone do it for you – because your slavery doesn’t afford you the time. Can some food and compare that cost to the cans on the shelf. Grow some broccoli and compare that to the produce department. Shoot, even buy the ingredients for bread and compare that to a loaf of bread-like-substance at your so called grocery store. If that doesn’t show you the stark madness of being dependent on our industrial ag system, not much else will. Then, if you still remain unconvinced, compare the taste and nutrient quality of your tomatoes to a factory produced can of diced “tomatoes”. The differences are stark.
Now. For today’s lesson. My cannabis plants are heirloom. Which means that you can breed them and the seeds remain genetically true to the parent plant as opposed to crosses which do not. I planted eight plants and kept the three females. Those plants created close to 10 lbs of buds and dried down to just under 2. That is more than I could use in a couple of years. Cost……. 0. The expense of infusing the oils was only the cost of the oils. In a dispensary, a couple of ounces would run 50-100 bucks. How long do you have to work to earn that kind of money? If I could, for all of my physical pain, I would bathe in the stuff. This way, by doing it myself, I don’t have to pay extortion level prices for something so easy to grow and create. Why do you think they call it weed? It grows like one. Mine reached 7 feet in height……… just like virtually anything on a grocery store shelf, it is stupid simple to make yourself- Most bread and pastas: 4 ingredients. Mayonnaise: three. Canned tomatoes: one…. and that goes for most vegetables, maybe a little salt. Pre-made meals if canned or frozen yourself: no preservatives and have a shelf life of years. What price for convenience? Pretty much your life. What do you have to do that is more important? Video games? Golf? Movies? Shopping for shit to spend your money on but don’t really need? Hell, gardening could even save you a gym membership fee.
So perhaps we have been sold a bill of goods for iPhones, fancy clothes, and status. After all, the best way to keep a prisoner from escaping, is to never let them know they are actually IN prison in the first place.
Use your job to plan your escape, not keep you enslaved to a version of reality that has no more depth to it than your flat screen tv. We did it, and as Robert Frost said, “And that has made all the difference”.
Peace and freedom ya’ll. This is what it looks like. Live like a Hobbit. Re-learn the old ways. They work better.
We have spent the better part of a decade building our farm and learning the lost skills our ancestors would have considered par for the course. We try to live a simpler, more old fashioned lifestyle, deliberately. As we think this society is in collapse, we intentionally separate ourselves from the majority of what urbanites would consider “normal”. We are about as self-sufficient as two old duffs can be in this day and age so the time has come to put it all to the test. For mental health reasons, I dropped out of the world for a few months at the beginning of the year. I pretty much tuned out from society, ignored the news and learned that the emotional well being of others is not my responsibility. I have three people to worry about in this world and I am one of them. To further this endeavor, it is time to put the farm through its paces. So the second “drop out” this year is going to last through the month of November; but this time it is more physical than cerebral. This homestead behemoth needs to be put through its paces.
As I have said many times, I think the biggest threat we need to contend with is economic collapse. As we speak, the Fed is pumping BILLIONS of dollars a day into the “REPO” system – the overnight lending system (too much to go into). We are now in a covert QE4. If this system freezes up like it did in 2008, It will make that collapse look like a happy ride at Disney Land. If liquidity is not maintained, people will not get paid, food and fuel will not get shipped and those “too big to fail” institutions may actually fail – or make everything else fail (In short, Great Depression mark 2.0). This country is carrying a debt load, individually, governmentally and corporate that is, in numbers, like the stars in the Milky Way. We will crash from a much higher height than 2008. Don’t get fooled. This whole thing is held together with rubber-bands and paperclips. We are all whistling past the graveyard. While the news says the economy looks good, the underlying systems keeping it afloat are collapsing. Even if I’m wrong (I’m not) with all the other collapse issues happening in the world: fires, impeachment issues, fraud, civil unrest around the world, flooding and grain shortages, corruption, political and racial division, US concentration camps on our southern border, income inequality of biblical proportion, an administration based on nothing but verifiable lies and deceit, Fukushima, swine fever in Asia and a partridge in a pear tree, as well as the military admitting that it could be completely overwhelmed because of climate change in 20 years, we have decided to simulate a SHTF scenario (When the excrement hits the high speed oscillator). We are going to shift our solar system to critical load mode only and then live for the month of November on nothing but what we already have here. We will be pulling out all the non-electric cooking gear, live only off the solar for electricity, use our oil lamps for light, assume there is no gas for vehicles, no trips to the grocery store, and – as importantly – no news (like if the com sats were knocked out). Of course, Zina can’t just take November off from work, so I guess I should be saying “I” will be doing this (although she is only going to eat food from the farm and not go out or shop). She also carries a “get home bag” in her car. Simulations aren’t pure or perfect. We are getting as close as we can. The number one impurity? I know when it’s going to start. Reality would dictate otherwise. The unknown and the surprise are the issues that will cause people to freak.
We are extremely prepared and this likely won’t be a big deal, but it will expose any holes in the system. Some of the weaknesses I already know about, some might be a surprise. It’s all about being able to say that not only do we know how to do it, but that we’ve actually done it.
As you know, we have lots of livestock and they get to play along too. We will need to ration feed and not just run to the feed store should we run out. It just snowed a foot here yesterday and it went down to -2 F last night. I’ve already been contending with frozen waterers and those infernal GFCI outlets that kick off when you need them the most (2 am). As I can’t get to a few of my smaller propane tanks and a couple of them need to be filled, I’d best get at it tomorrow. We are starting November 1st and are going all the way through Thanksgiving (We raise turkeys and we may try to do the holiday bird without the electric oven – or use the generator to power it. The oven range isn’t on the solar panel load – too much draw for the batteries).
I am actually looking forward to doing this. It is as much of a detachment from the world as we can simulate. Virtually all of the food will have been grown and stored right here on the farm. Realistically, we could go 2 years on our existing stored food (if you include two growing seasons) so this is more of a real time assessment than a thought process. I’m looking forward to being a hermit for awhile. After all, if it all falls apart, it’s going to do it whether or not I know about it through the propaganda we call media. We have a couple of appointments already scheduled for the month that we can’t escape, so it won’t be perfect but………
How long could you go if you couldn’t get to the grocery store? Do you have water should the municipal system shut down? If you are on a well, can you purify your water should it become contaminated? Could you survive 2 weeks? A weekend? FEMA says you can’t. What about power? Heat? Should you be working on it? Do you have medical supplies beyond simple first aid and know how to use it? No? Our nearest hospital is over an hour from here. What about simple showering and clothes washing? Hmmmmm.
Stay tuned. I will blog the progress as we go. Tomorrow: Get the propane tanks filled. Get the rocket stove and Silver Fire stove and the Sun Oven out. Make sure the water filters are cleaned. Shut down the news apps. Center. Live like it has already happened.
We will never forgive you….. damned straight.
We’ve noticed of late that we can go out earlier in the evening to put the chickens to bed and the sun is coming up later in the morning. Being someone that really has his clock aligned with the sun cycle, it means a bit more sleep (Don’t fool yourself, I’m still starting to wake up before 4 am.).
But with the change of season (Today is 91. What change of season? – oh ya, the season we used to have before we screwed everything up), it is time to look back on the farm and assess the damage. More and more we are becoming creatures of farm routine instead of construction engineers. We declared an end to the expansion of the farm and have found that we are really at the limits of what two old farts can expect to accomplish (especially when one is only here half the week and needs to re-coup from the week at the “money and health care job”). Every fall, we take a step back and survey all that we can survey and assess how things went and where we are headed.
The first assessment is owning up to our physical limits. While we can still work most city folk under the hay bunk who are half our age, since adding quite a bit of livestock to the mix, it is an unrelenting schedule. My back is doing great, but I have to watch how I bend (which makes hay stacking an adventure). While the pain is gone from the spinal issues, they didn’t put me back together according to the factory specs. I am never not stiff and sore. From my neck to my calves, I have to stretch out every day and give myself a bit of time to get it all moving in one direction. Zina has increasing responsibilities at work, so there has to be something of a balance between doing some chores, but also being able to simply “be” with the critters (Something we have come to call, Farm TV). What we have learned this past season, is that the most important farm implements, the humans, have been tested to their limits and adding anything more would probably become something of a health hazard. After all, if you consider that pre-civil war homesteaders lived about 50 years we are pretty long in the tooth. We STARTED this place at 50. Of course, we were urban farmers long before this, but the farm started on 12/4 of 2012. We are coming up on 7 years of an unbelievable amount of work, both in its building and production. If we do say so ourselves, we are some tough old birds.
So with that admission, the adding of anything new to the place that expands beyond what we are doing, won’t happen. We had considered other livestock and such, but we already raise about 85% of all we consume. There isn’t a lot left to consider unless we wanted some giraffes and kangaroos! Any new projects will be enhancements of what we already have; Things that come up that make you say, “You know what would really make this work well…..” For instance, now that we have jumped into the dairy goat world, we discovered that we don’t really have a good place to milk. The barn has a dirt floor and is pretty dusty. So we may get another shed, just like the one we just got for the bucks, to use as a milking parlor. We don’t milk the old fashioned way by squeezing. We use a hand held milker. That does keep the milk cleaner, but having the ladies in a dedicated area, along with our goat gear, makes a lot of sense. So those kinds of enhancement things will continue.
The farm is a multi-faceted operation. It is simply not possible to keep the schedule of “have to’s” in one’s head and hope to remain sane. We have, and are, developing a yearly calendar that has all the reoccurring tasks in it; from goat vaccines, to coop cleaning, house cleaning, animal feeding, etc. We’ve found that if we don’t do that, our minds stack everything up in front of us like a mountain and it is easy to get discouraged. I suffer from Complex PTSD and anxiety ramps up pretty quickly when things look overwhelming. We need to eat this elephant one bite at a time. If our time is managed well, the anxiety is reduced significantly.
So then, How’d we do. Overall 2019 GPA: A (Last year would have been a C)
The first goal was to have enough of the build out done so that we could focus on our gardens in ways we hadn’t been able to do before. We were constantly splitting our time between making and building things and trying to stay ahead of the weeds in the old garden. This year was a splendid success. The move away from the hilled gardens to the boxed raised beds around the greenhouse was just the ticket. While we weren’t able to really be intentional about it’s tending like we’d hoped, it was certainly better than in years past (surgery years not withstanding). I worked like a madman to get the remaining 9 raised beds, hail guards and shade cloth covers up (I will be making 5 more this winter to finish them all off). Last September around this time, we had water hydrants attached to the well and run to the greenhouse and to the barn. This overcame yet another drought this year. The high pressure was able to bring drip irrigation and provide hand watering to all 40 raised beds. The spring started off cold and wet, which set things back about a month, then it all dried out. Our temperatures were easily as hot as the drought from last year, but the shade cloth kept the plants from getting scalded in the mile-hi plains. The hail guards did their job as well. So unless we move into the 100’s for temperatures next year (a definite possibility), we have the vegetable gardens in a pretty good place. I have planted Broccoli, Cauliflower, lettuce and spinach for the fall planting and once the tomatoes give it up in the greenhouse when we get our first freeze, I will be getting the cooler weather loving things going out there. Shameless self-adulation: I’m a damned good gardener.
Evaluation of the gardens: Excellent. Only the Tomatillos failed, but they have been particularly difficult to raise here for years (The grasshoppers love ’em) . Everything has produced extremely well. We had our first bout of white flies and tomato horned worms in the greenhouse, but we won the battle (tomato worms are disgusting creatures). The garden has done so well that we are crying uncle. Next year: No hard beans. We have mountains of them and the beds can be put to better use. You have to grow huge amounts of black beans to get enough to care about. Probably going to punt on the Tomatillos. We’ll rotate the tomatoes to the outdoor beds. We need to get the cool season stuff in earlier in the spring and start the warm weather stuff later. Try some melons. Create cattle panel arches for the vining plants. Foot long beans look interesting. Grow more Shallots, they are great. Keep doing celery. Trust the seeder when planting carrots. The carrots did great but they are way overcrowded. Stay on the weeding to the neglect of everything else except the animals. I cannot believe how prolific the bindweed is here. They strangle everything. More sunflowers. Put in a long raised bed for potatoes and create a dedicated asparagus patch.
Construction to enhance: Build the permanent fence around the gardens, string drip lines to the apple trees, finish the remaining hail guards, and build the potato, corn and asparagus beds.
Livestock: We are officially turkey and dairy goat ranchers. They were the new additions here. On the bird side, we have begun hatching all of our own chickens and turkeys. If you have never had a home raised turkey, boy oh boy are you missing out; Absolutely incredible taste. We are also hatching and raising Jersey Giants as our meat chicken flock as well as a smaller bunch of Cornish cross “Frankenbirds” in the spring. We added grow out coops this year and moved the brooders to the barn so we don’t have to have the dust that baby chicks create, inside our home anymore. All of this has gone great. The only issue we have had to contend with is that turkeys are Stooooooooooopid!! Chickens put themselves to bed at night, turkeys couldn’t find their tail feathers with a detailed map. They like to roost up high so even clipping their flight feathers isn’t completely helpful. The teenagers have figured out how to jump over to the breeder stock coop and that finds themselves getting their asses kicked by the adults. I mean KICKED! Like dead. I guess, if we had to evaluate the turkey flock as a meat source, it would be to hatch a bit fewer and process them sooner. It is certainly worth the time, but as we speak I’d love to just take my shotgun and ……. Turkeys is dumb, Mkay?
We bred our little Ginger (Nigerian Dwarf Goat) this year. That has been so much fun. There is nothing cuter than baby farm animals. As I write, it appears that one of our other does, Cumin, is pregnant. We put her in with Tank, one of our bucks, and it was quite the courtship. All of about 5 minutes. I think we timed things correctly.
Ginger gave birth to Switch and Neo. We have been using Matrix names for the boys. Our intact bucks are Tank and Dozer (Also, Switch, because we first thought he was a she… nope…. two boys). Now as sad as it is, bucks, like roosters, are not needed in quantity. We have absolutely no need for two more stinky, crazy, breed-able boys. So instead of simply doing away with them (They are our firsts, so of course we couldn’t just drown them), we will be turning them into Wethers (castrated males) and they will spend their lives with the girls.
Which leads me to the next point: Enough having to download more cranial software. You’ve heard the canard, “It’s all a learning experience”, or “Learning is a life long process….” all that New Age tripe. I am tired of having to download new software into my head! We are virtually all self-taught! I want to have life be kind of routine for awhile. Once those babies were born, it was a flurry of activity in trying to figure out what needed to be done. Sure, as usual, we read everything there was, but its a whole ‘nuther thing to have them in your midst. When do you de-horn? What’s the best way to vaccinate? Is momma supposed to be milked once or twice a day? What do you do with the milk? If I drink it will I die? Whew! The babies are still alive this morning, must not have screwed up too badly….. Enough! Now that they are going on 3 weeks old, we’ve pretty much got this wired, and, of course, if you just shut up and observe, you find out that momma goat has already got a lot of this figured out. Observation breeds answers in most cases.
Evaluation of Livestock: Raising goats is way fun. Like being a first time parent, the unknowns are becoming known. Considering that we have been raising other livestock for years and that I have experience being around cattle, we probably should have cut ourselves some slack. We are looking forward to goat’s milk soap, and tasty cheese, and milk for our coffee.
The turkeys are a great success. They aren’t my favorite animal, but considering that we don’t eat a lot of beef, ground turkey for meat and sausage does the trick (and they don’t weigh 1200 lbs). Not to mention the fact that a roasted, home hatched and home grown Tom is about the best thing around.
We will be reducing our chicken egg laying flock. We are giving dozens of eggs away and it simply isn’t necessary. We will hatch any replacements as the older hens get beyond their laying years (and the elders will become soup). Also, the Jersey Giants are a heritage breed so they will also be laying eggs (and turkey eggs are huge and taste just like chicken eggs). We apparently have the butt nugget area covered pretty well
Meat birds. Between the Jerseys and the Cornish Crosses we will proceed as usual. We’ve got that wired too.
Pigs. We will either keep buying gilts and barrows in the spring, or we may switch to breeds like Kunekunes or American Guinea Hogs. If we want to breed them instead of relying on someone else to do it, I cannot handle an 800 lb. boar and a mad momma of comparable size any more. Pigs are awesome. They are smart, playful and friendly. However, they are the size of a Buick and even if they didn’t intend to hurt you they certainly can. We’ve taken to taking a cattle prod out with us when we interact with them. They love to come and rub on you. They are currently as big as me and can upend you for no reason and then accidentally stomp on you while they run out of the way (I’ve seen them do it to each other…. not conducive to a human chassis). Pound for pound a hog is probably the strongest animal you can have on a farm. With the other breeds mentioned above, they are about half the size and a lot more docile. So it remains to be seen which direction we head. Again, we already have the infrastructure. Its not a project that will “add to” the farm. More, its how best to move forward given all the above and what makes sense. Stay tuned.
Goats: I’m all in. Now that we know how to handle the husbandry issues, these little folk are about as sweet as they get. And wow! We eliminate another couple of staple items from the store: Soap and cheese.
Donkeys: What can I say? They are the Zen masters of the farm. We love them to pieces. I’d have a whole ranch full of them if we could swing it. They are very old, wise, souls.
Our number one goal is to live with the place and just putz and have a routine. This is a tough way to live, but now that the construction is on a “want to” instead of “have to” level, we can putz around as we choose. Putting the gardens and the livestock at the forefront, as well as our personal enjoyment, is goal number one.
What would I like to work on?
- Put the permanent fence around the gardens and get the remaining hail guards and beds built.
- If there is anything I would go into debt for (we don’t have any), it would be a solar hot water heater, a wood burning stove and a metal roof. I hate the idea that we are dependent upon a guy and a truck to bring in propane. Hail reduces 30 year shingles to 7. While we are technically considered “off grid” I could virtually eliminate our propane bill just by heating water with the sun.
- I am looking into a gizmo called a “Cool-Bot”. It takes a regular window mounted air conditioner and lets you use it as the cooling unit for a walk-in refrigerated room. While we don’t need it to be refrigerator level cold, our “root-cellar”/ pantry in the basement still gets too warm in these scorching summers. If I can insulate the room and use this gizmo, it will further our food storage capacity immensely.
- New shed for a milking parlor.
- Weave more. Because of the farm schedule, I’ve not done much this summer. Also, I was planning on having a booth at a local craft show for Christmas this year. There is no way I’ll be ready for that. Next year. That is my art. I’d love to see Zina get back at her quilting and needlepoint as well. Oh ya, get my telescope out. I miss my stars.
- Get the water catchment system up and running. Almost there, just need to finish it up.
- Keep doing the vermi-composting and get the bio-char burners built so we can further develop our on site fertilizer operations
The only expansion (that’s not an expansion):
We operate this place roughly via Permaculture principles. Everything is based on zones and everything eventually is supposed to bring in or create more than it cost. So there are two areas that will be addressed (one will take years).
The first is to plant more trees. We have locust trees down our southern border. I’m going to be taking some of the seed pods and grow a bunch and plant them down our drive way and other places to serve as wind and snow breaks.
The second is to create a “food forest”. For details do a search engine for it, but suffice it to say that it will be put into the old garden. It will be a combination of fruit and nut trees, berry bushes and vines, ground covers and pollinator plants, all designed to create a huge area that keeps producing food annually, increases wildlife, supports bees, and feeds us, all in balance with itself.
I have a line on some roofing steel and will begin to create a “roof” or lean-to that will allow me to divert water from that structure (about 1000 square feet) into ponds and irrigation drains that will feed some of the water needs of this food forest creation. This will kind of be my canvas to paint on. I’ve seen some in Colorado and it can indeed be done. However, given the decrepitude of my old farmer butt, it will be a long term work in progress….. I guess, as it should be.
My ultimate goal anymore, is that no matter what the coming climate catastrophe may bring, it is to work according to what I see as “right action”. I want this forty acres to know that I tried my damnedest to heal it and live with it. It will ultimately fail, but that is what I know to be right and the only thing I really care about. When the universe folds up on this minuscule part of itself, I’ll be damned if I go down with a legacy that I was just smacking a white pebble down green grass in stupid clothes consuming everything and serving no purpose.
So the JAZ Farm flourished this year; partly because the weather was more cooperative, but mostly because we improvised, adapted and overcame. It’s always an adventure and I would suspect there are surprises lurking in the shadows as well as we progress into our 7th year. What a long strange trip it has been. Stay tuned.