We are having a grand time creating podcasts. Actually Jay was rather reluctant but once he did a couple of them with me, he was sold. You can hear the podcasts at http://www.bluerockstation.com or listen on the radio at WOUB AM Studio B (When the Biomass Hits the Wind Turbine Show), and WGRN (Arriving at Blue Rock Station). We’re having fun with Chris Luers as our producer (Barking Frog Media) putting together the audio shows about life as we see it. Stay tuned for more including online webinars plus two new books.
Recording these shows with Jay has been quite informative. First of all, it’s clear that he makes me laugh more often then I realized. Yes, he is funny, but on the air he is extra humorous.
Secondly I realize that lots of the things we’re doing in our life together would be interesting to me even if it wasn’t us talking about preserving food, solar energy, and safe travel…
You’ll find more information in those podcasts then you could ever imagine. I hope you’ll listen to one or two, and let us know what you think.
The new peacock and his hen arrived with great fanfare. The chickens were immediately intimidated by the long peacock tail and huddled together as I carried him down through the field to the hen house. Over time though they all figured out how to live together, and then a raccoon tore through two layers of wire to brutally kill Mr. Peabody. In a short time we had all grown to admire and respect his grandeur and abilities. Penelope, his mate was at a loss without him, but she continued her daily supervision of Laura Nein’s 4th grade class chicks, and still went on her own into the hen house at night. She’s happy to report that a new Mr. Peabody and his mate, Petunia appeared suddenly this week and while I am still grieving for the grandest peacock ever, it seems like life is moving forward (in peafowl land anyway).
Food, the Heart of Sustainability:
I love potatoes… but doesn’t everybody? One of my favorite ways to fix them this time of year is to boil them, drain and then add some course salt with pepper. Newly dug potatoes are best for this recipe, which is often requested by returning interns. You can’t go wrong with this easy combination. Bon Appetite!
Words that Guided:
Just for today I will honor my own ability to make smart decisions in life…just to prove it I’m going to make a list of them.
Every morning the hen, Isabella and her chicks, who live in the tiny purple chicken tractor near our bedroom window – touch my heart. As Isabella waits to see if I will bring her some greens, her chicks rest on her back and next to her, reminding me (as if I need reminded) that everybody needs a mama.
There have been lots of young chicks, and by this I mean young people of all sexes, in our lives this summer. Our two interns were a constant joy to share our lives with as they learned, and taught. We also had an abundance of young people visit for field trips and tours. They’re about to be in charge of the world – and it makes me feel confident that we’re going to be just fine.
This autumn promises to be busy as we role our the new solar installer webinars online, and prepare to publish The Business of Goat Herding book. The Level II Solar Design and Installation book is waiting for me to finish the last edits so it can be a part of our new product line. Check out our podcasts or register for one of our fall classes (University of Dayton Solar Installer in October and Rural Action Athens Solar Installer in November) on our website.
The news might be full of gloom and doom, but opportunity abounds. So turn off your TV or radio (or news feed) and join us soon either in person for a tour or consult, or online to share in a great community of people who have an agenda that will keep the earth (and our souls) alive. Stay tuned for opportunities to become a member of Blue Rock Station and enjoy our podcasts, webinars and Ask the Expert. More to come…
Where you can find us for solar training:
There are still a couple of slots for the October class at the University of Dayton, Dayton OH OR at Rural Action, Athens, OH. You can register at www.bluerockstation.com.
Upcoming Workshops at Blue Rock Station:
Check out some of our other upcoming classes. Please register early because all of our events have limited space.
September 29th-30th – Tiny House Weekend wrap up for winter…pound some tires, plaster a little and get her ready for the long sleep.
October 4th – 8th – Solar Installer Level 1 Certification Class, University of Dayton, Dayton, OH
October 11th: John McIntire Library – Annie will be giving a talk on “Stories of a Woman Who Learned to Thrive – Growing through and beyond the #MeToo Experiences” 6:30 pm. Free of charge.
October 13th– Open House Tour 1 pm to 3 pm
October 20th – FREE SCHOOL: Join Eduardo Sandavol for the second annual Day of the Dead workshop. Learn the real history of the celebration, make some authentic food, and help set up the official Day of the Dead alter.
October 27th– BRS Goat College afternoon…Rural Action sponsored (part of the SARE grant series). Register early to avoid disappointment.
October 27th: Solar Generator Workshop – at Unitarian Universalist Church in Marietta, OH
November 3rd – 4th: Earthship 101: The basics of Earthship building and living plus stay over in a strawbale cabin
November 5th – 9th: Solar Installer Certification Workshop – Rural Action, Athens, OH
Henry (pronounced “on ree”) is quite a wonder. While still a young chick, he decided he wanted to live at the barn. Each morning he greets me at the chicken chalet gate, so he can walk with me to the milk room. Patiently he waits while I muck out the barn yard, and then he jumps onto the feed bin with a cute little coo, asking for food. I can point my finger to anything and he comes to see what is of interest. And, now he’s been practicing his crowing. Hoping to impress the ladies, who he just discovered this week. As the parade of hens came under the chalet gate, Henry’s world has turned upside down. Unfortunately he hasn’t figured out he has to dance to win their approval, so when he runs after them they turn and fight as if they’re roosters. He’s had his heart broken, and perhaps his ego damaged, each morning. He walks with me back to the milk room with his head bowed.
Food, the Heart of Sustainability:
There are still lots of delicious tomatoes available at farms and markets. Pack them into cool jars, add a little salt and place them in boiling water for about 40 minutes. It’s that easy. Or make up a big batch of sliced/diced tomatoes of various colors, add salt, pepper, and some fresh herbs (parsley, basil, thyme) and enjoy as a salad. But save enough for later in the week to put on top of a baked potato, a bean salad, or coleslaw. Bon Appetite!
Words that Guided:
Just for today I will speak the truth in the kindest way possible, but I will speak the truth about something that’s needed to be said.
I now know what I didn't know. I know what I know. I don't know what I don't know I don't know. And I don't care that I don't know what I didn't know but now I know but could get by just fine not knowing.
The learning curve continues. Perhaps I'll have that carved on my headstone. Seems rather profound without being actually profound (a bit like Donald Rumsfeld). But I digress.I have managed to blow up one of the inverters on one of my solar generators. Not blow up as in it lies in pieces at my feet – but blow up as now when I push the button, nothing happens. I know why this happened, which is helpful. My mistake was believing the literature. The inverter was plenty big enough to handle the job, except that it wasn't.The information on the internet was wrong (imagine that). The manufacturer was apparently mistaken – asserting that limited power could handle the problem (why does this all keep reminding me of Donald Rumsfeld?) I have fixed the problem by installing an inverter that is rated to handle ten times the power requirements of the refrigerator. Colin Powell would be proud.Postscript: Turns out I didn't know what I knew. I went to replace the bad inverter – but it turned out to be a bad connection. The smaller inverter still won't power the refrigerator, but at least it didn't meet its maker... yet.
There’s anticipation in the air and it’s not because fall weather makes me nervous that it will frost and finish off the garden. Actually there should be a giant drum role because when we created the first 10 year plan for Blue Rock Station in 1996 we put renewable energy (I barely understood this term) at the end of the goals because it wasn’t an efficient use of money or resources in those days). BUT…In three weeks we will install the solar array that will provide most of the power we will need for the entire farm.
The system we’ve designed is going to be installed in three segments – one the first week of October, and then we’ll add another array in a year, and then, if we need it, another array in 2016. This approach allows us to practice more conservation and also to learn more how we use energy, and how not to go hog wild since it is technically free.
Jay likes to say that when solar energy is readily available (and cheap) people will go crazy using it – “like a bunch of fraternity boys at a party with free booze”. I don’t want to think about energy as “free” because it is not. Many resources (some that are very limited) go in to making the solar array system. Rare minerals are required to create solar panels and those minerals are growing more and more scarce. That’s the reason that the US (and other countries) are exporting used electronics to China – little children are used to extract these rare minerals so they can be re-used. The rare minerals have some very serious side effects when touched by humans. I will leave you to figure out why this isn’t good.
My hope is that this new way of generating electricity will provide us with ways to “think” more honestly about how we live on this land, and how we can learn more about ourselves in our quest to not take away from the future.
According to Genesis 1:26, “God said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness: and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth (King James Bible).” The United States, being founded on Christian ideals, has shown to have taken the biblical directive of dominion over all to heart by consuming 20% of the world’s resources despite making up only 5% of world’s population. Additionally, this concept has created a worldview that has reduced many of the farm livestock and the pets in the US to dollars signs in the pasture, and ornaments in the apartment.
The reality is that when one views their livestock or pets as an object that they own, and not as a sentient being that also provides service for the human beings, it completely changes the dynamics of that relationship. For many Americans farmers, any kind of sacrifice, or inconvenience brought on from the animal’s anatomy (e.g. horns, claws, etc.) is often too difficult to learn to work with. Rather, the American farmer’s most preferred management style is to maim or strike fear into the animal for the sake of convenience (or because that is how it has always been done). The focus of this article will be on the prevalent practice of disbudding goats in the United States.
The process of disbudding a goat is an extremely painful procedure. A 1000º iron is pressed against the top of the skull of a baby goat (typically less than two weeks old), leaving large wounds in the place of the horns. In the best case scenario the animal screams, goes into shock, and is scarred for life. However, it is not uncommon for the animal to run a temperature for several days, and can become lethargic accompanied with depression. The eyes can also be affected if the heated iron touches soft tissue, causing blindness or a disfiguring of the face. Unfortunately, some animals experience personality changes and even stunted growth after disbudding.
The American Dairy Goat Association (ADGA) currently does not allow dairy goats to be shown if they have horns.* It seems odd that a surgically altered goat would be deemed the breed standard. The official response from the ADGA is, “for the safety of other animals, as well as exhibitors, horned animals are not allowed at ADGA sanctioned shows.” This is the most common justification for disbudding. Having a goat with horns is just far too dangerous to have around humans or other goats. Horns do have the potential to be dangerous, but the danger is an exception and not the norm when the proper precautions are taken to ensure everyone’s safety around the animals.**
At Blue Rock Rock Station, the philosophy of livestock management focuses on ‘peaceagree’ (i.e. the ability to get along with the herd) rather than pedigree. Annie Warmke has been a goat herder off and on since she was 19 years old. She says that, “goats will ram with or without horns; it is part of who they are, but their horns are an important part of natural health for these livestock. They provide protection when giving and receiving blows. Constant maliciously intended rams to a goat’s side or udder could seriously injure it, but that goes back to ‘peaceagree’. The question we ask ourselves with any animal in our herd is, ‘Would I want a person with that attitude living with me in my home?’ and the answer to that question should help a farmer decide whether an unruly goat living amongst the herd is worth the risk.”
It is, of course, the job of the farmer to teach their livestock that it is not okay to ram humans. With or without horns, the farmer must always be aware of where their bodies are in relation to the goat’s head. Additionally, it is imperative that the farmer be attentive to places where a goat could potentially get its horns stuck (e.g. housing, fencing, etc.). Likewise, it does not mean that it is time to disbud if the farmer is unable to do their job adequately. It means that it is time for the farmer to reevaluate whether or not they should continue having a partnership with goats.
Horns provide great utility to the goats. Goats scratching themselves in hard to reach places while the disbudded ones are forced to rub up against fences, fence posts, buildings, trees, humans, large rocks, doors, etc. They are also handy when browsing for food. More importantly, the horns are chocked full of blood vessels that help to regulate the goat’s temperature.*** Losing horns is akin to a human losing the ability to sweat. It seems unkind to do this to an animal that spends most of its life outdoors.
The goat is the most widely domesticated livestock in the world, and in most countries the goats get to keep their horns. However, in the United States (i.e. cattle country) the inhumane practice of disbudding has been normalized; all in the name of safety. But life on a farm is full of potential hazards, many of which are exclusive to certain animals (e.g. horses’ hind legs, dogs’ teeth, cats’ claws, etc.). Part of being a farmer is learning to mitigate these hazards in a way that promote health in addition to prosperity to the land. This is a situation in which bending nature to human will is causing unnecessary suffering to sentient beings. It is not the goat’s horns that are truly dangerous, but human’s lack of desire to learn from these beautiful animals.
THE HAPPINESS FACTOR #3: ESTABLISH LASTING FRIENDSHIPS
All too often I meet people who have made it their sole mission in life to seek out one person who will give them indestructible happiness. This is a mission that is doomed for failure. Not only have they made an investment with impossible expectations for their significant other, but they have set themselves up to be resentful when those expectations are not met. It also creates a situation in which one will be all alone if the connection with the other ever severs. What happens if their lover dies, or they have to leave for a while, or it just doesn’t work out like it was originally planned? Happiness isn’t found in one person; it spawns from the multiple lifelong connections you have made within your world. As Aristotle once said, “in poverty and other misfortunes of life, true friends are a sure refuge. They keep the young out of mischief; they comfort and aid the old in their weakness, and they incite those in the prime of life to noble deeds.”
Now, I admit that I am not the most sociable person in the world. I can even be a bit snotty about it. I only let in people who I absolutely adore, mostly because I find social interaction to be exhausting. If I get to a point in my life where I feel like I have let too many people in, or if they are hanging out with too many people I do not want to let in, I disappear. I learned quickly that people get upset if you just ignore everyone for an indeterminate amount of time, so once I got a vehicle I began finding more excusable ways of escaping. I might change jobs, transfer schools, or work as an intern in Ohio. It’s like I have this unspecified social quota that I let slowly fill up, and once it’s filled I dump everything to start again. I should probably say that I plan to work on this, but I feel like I know myself well enough at this point to know that expecting anything else would be me not respecting the way my brain is wired. Though, I suppose I will eventually need to find less drastic ways to “recharge”.
I always come back to the ones I love. I may be extremely introverted, but I am not heartless. I require their support as much as any extroverted soul. I am only less overt with my appreciation. During my stay at Blue Rock Station, I have witnessed how exponentially important friendship becomes with age. People die, careers are halted, homes are loss, children can be ungrateful, romance may fade, but true friends are always there when you need them. For this reason, one should always make room for friendships in life. They fill your days with songs of laughter and joy, whose melodies will give you comfort in times of sorrow.
“Just for today I will take five minutes to think about how I can increase the Happiness Factor in my life.”
Mornings at Blue Rock Station are the best, even when there’s no hot water for a proper cup of tea. Jay and I settle into our rocking chairs to listen to National Public Radio (NPR) on the hand crank radio, and wait for the water to heat. Both of us seem to find ourselves arguing with different news reports, especially the stock market report.
In fact, it’s the stock market report that got us thinking about creating an annual THANKS FOR NOTHING Month.
Fall 2011…One winter day, as Jay and I were driving along Highway 60 into town, I was once again arguing with the radio about how silly the Stock Market Report seemed to be. It simply has nothing to do with our everyday lives. In fact, I would argue, it has nothing to do with anyone’s life. What difference do the numbers going up and down really make – unless you were one of the incredibly small number that were just about to sell or buy a stock – and then I don’t think you would rely on NPR for your up-to-the-minute information.
“Wouldn’t it be grand if we could hear a Happiness Factor Report on our own community?” one of us said (I don’t recall which one of us had this brilliant idea). “The Happiness Factor in Ohio went up 13 points yesterday because the Cleveland Browns finally won a game…” or something to that effect. Seems to make more sense than “The Dow Jones fell 45 points on profit taking and fear of the Fed easing on monetary blah, blah, blah.”
I’m sure it was Jay who then suggested that we should try to spend some time living without money. I instantly wanted to try.
At some point we decided on the month of January for our experiment. January is a slow month for us, with snow and cold winds…a time to “hunker down.”
In October 2011, I included our “THANKS FOR NOTHING” (the name we gave our January time) announcement in our regular Blue Rock Station newsletter to let folks know what we were thinking. Almost immediately I had a note from Nans Thomassey, one of our former French engineering student interns. He wanted to participate.
Nans and I had a grand time sharing ideas about how he and his partner Fanny could live without money, and then he suggested we should include energy in the formula. He wanted to focus on living with the rhythms of the earth and making sure that the lights would be out at sundown. That conversation helped us to begin to create a format for the month that was going to “push” each of us to examine many things in our lives…I could never have imagined the outcome.
After our planning session I began to feel a little “pinched” by the thought of not using energy, and that made me realize that I was about to be on an amazing journey that would turn me at least 90 degrees and re-shape a portion of my life.
How was I going to cook? Do Laundry? Get to Jeanette’s party (I’d promised the year before that I’d be there)? And, more importantly, how was Jay going to get by without his daily shower?
Fast forward to January 2014 and THANKS FOR NOTHING Month #3. It seems like we find new ways to challenge ourselves each January, and 2014 is no exception. We find now that we look forward to January – an excuse to slow down a bit – take a breath.
And with the frigid weather drifting down from the Arctic, it is strange to find that the electricity might go out – and we will not notice. There will be no pipes bursting and no plants dying or no mad rush into the harsh winds, bundling pets into the car to go in search of a place where coal burned miles away helps keep us from freezing at night.
It will simply be another night. Minus 10 degrees outside, 68 degrees inside. The cats and dogs sleeping in front of the wood stove. Us humans will be feeling very sleepy by 8 pm because it has been dark for nearly three hours. We will blow out the kerosene lantern and head to bed, warm under the comforters. And give thanks for the nothing…that is everything.
Fresh fruit with greek yogurt
Fresh baked oat bread (gluten free)
Fried white fish