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Notes from an Evil-as-hell Farmer

I read an article online the other day that addressed the non-existence of ethical eggs. The author talked about how all chickens are mistreated and abused and in his opinion, that the term “free-range”is a con. Sad, but I suspect the author lives in a concrete and glass box overlooking some bustling metropolis where he has to push through a crowd of similar lost-souls, into a smaller, moving metal and plexi-glass box for his morning commute to another concrete and glass box called work. I doubt very much he has ever set foot on a real farm, let alone considered supporting a local farmer in his consumer choices.

Yes, I acknowledge warehouse farming does exist. It is ugly and I want no part of it. Hence, I make a conscious effort to buy local and to know my source wherever possible. I choose to buy organic if I can but I actually place more value in buying local. (I think the benefit of buying Mexican organic tomatoes is defeated by the carbon footprint of getting those tomatoes here. I’d rather take the local greenhouse heritage tomatoes even if they aren’t labelled organic thank-you-very-much. Our farm grows kiwi-fruit, fertilized with alpaca manure but can’t claim organic status because my Dad used treated posts when he planted the vines back in 1989.)

Real farmers have to deal with a lot of shit. We really don’t need to be lumped into a generic category with giant commercial warehouse manufacturing conglomerates. It is entirely possible to be an ethical, responsible, respectful farmer. Some of us (gasp!) even like our animals.

When I had chickens, they were let out to roam and forage freely all day, every day. They often helped me weed the garden and would delight in the sight of the shovel, knowing full well this meant free worms. At the end of the day, they would make their way back to the coop and be safely closed in for a good nights sleep. None of them ever complained. In fact, I’m pretty sure they were ‘happy’ chickens who’s eggs really did taste better than anything you can buy at the local supermarket. (And on this note, don’t be fooled by the very odd “vegie-fed” label: chickens are omnivores. Vegie-fed translates to a confined bird being fed a highly unnatural diet.)

PETA had a horrendous ad campaign in 2016 aimed at sheep farming and suggesting the wearing of wool was supporting “a cruel and bloody industry”. They posted shocking videos of sheep being abused and slaughtered with the tagline, “Sheep are killed and left to die for our wool”, and made it seem that this was the norm in the industry, that all sheep were treated this way and that you couldn’t possibly shear a sheep respectfully, nor wear wool without being a heartless, evil-as-hell consumer.

I no longer support or believe anything PETA has to say. But I also buy my wool as yarn or roving from my local sheep farming friends.

Sheep need to be sheared. Chickens need to be locked inside at night. And yes, sometimes the flock or the herd needs to be culled. These are not inhumane & cruel things evil-as-hell farmers do for fun. They are part of being a responsible farmer.

And a responsible consumer is aware of that.


How lucky am I.

My ex-husband and I were married for almost 28 years, together for 30. We had been in business together as self-employed restauranteurs for 20+ years and had wisely invested our profits into the purchase of 5 acres of amazingly beautiful farmland. Our 2 adult boys were both doing well, one out on his own, the other on the verge. At the risk of sounding bitter but for reasons I will never understand, my ex decided all of this was not good enough – not the business, not the farm, not our life and not me. When we went our separate ways in 2013, I suddenly found myself facing life as a divorced, homeless, unemployed empty-nester about to be facing menopause.

Throughout the months after the separation, the comments from my friends and family were mostly along the lines of how well I was holding up, how I seemed to be so positive and how I even looked better than I ever had. What was my secret, they wanted to know.

These are the people who kept me strong, they were my “secret”:

My boys, for being amazing people. My oldest is so incredibly interesting, always learning and so darn good at everything. My youngest is a rock. I’ve never seen him give anything but 100% to everything he touches.  A beautiful, giving, considerate human being.

My siblings. So much love. (And yes, that includes my lovely sister-by-choice, Carolynn.)

My parents, for being there for me. No hesitation in offering to board my alpacas the moment they found out I was losing the farm. The collapse of one relationship has presented the opportunity to develop another. What a gift, this bond that has formed with my Dad and step-mom, at this stage in our lives!

My man, who helped restore my self-worth, my happiness and my desire. (And it doesn’t hurt that he’s a darn good dancer too!)

Life is how you choose to see it. Yes divorce sucks. Yes losing the farm was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to deal with. But I have so much to be thankful for. On a good day, I can be found sitting at my spinning wheel, walking my crazy dog, shearing my alpacas, weaving at my studio or dancing the night away.  Someday, maybe I’ll get the chance to live on a farm again.

Meanwhile, how lucky am I?


“It is always quietly thrilling to find yourself looking at a world you know well but have never seen from such an angle before” – Bill Bryson