UPDATE: Taking orders for delivery every other Saturday to Madison. Next date December 5th. Email Matthew with order and/or questions: email@example.com. Thank you!
We always eat well, but these next two weeks are remarkable. It’s sweet corn season!
Above is a corner of my sweet corn field I carved out for my friend Jeremy. He grows tomatoes, eggplant, and cowpeas, and the rent he pays is all we care to eat. This is the third year we’ve said yes to this arrangement and its delicious!
UPDATE: Taking orders for delivery every other Saturday to Madison. Next date August 22nd. Email Matthew with order and/or questions: firstname.lastname@example.org. Thank you!
Saturday morning Dane County Farmer’s Market closed due to Covid-19. Making biweekly trips to Madison for meat drops. Next delivery April 11th. Contact Matthew for more information: email@example.com. Thank you!
For those of you with a small backyard, we also have compact models of our popular biological tillage machines. For an economical price, you can have your backyard tilled without using fossil fuel. And a bonus: most likely your neighbors’ yards will be tilled as well. Everyone in the neighborhood will know who you are!
Piglets are very mouthy, chewing on everything. While they are learning, observing mom, it also helps prevent baby pig anemia. Sows’ milk is deficient in iron, so the swine industry recommends injecting iron into piglets when they are 1 to 2 days old. When piglets are on dirt however, there is no need, as you can see these noninjected piglets don’t appear to lack for anything.
Piglets are also born with eight baby teeth, two upper and two lower on each side of their mouth. These teeth are called needle teeth, I think because they are so sharp. I’ve had piglets break the tough skin on my finger with their needle teeth.
I’m not sure what the function of needle teeth is, but the piglets do use them when they fight with each other. Sometimes they fight over space at the udder. Sometimes it appears they fight just for practice. I’m pretty sure that is what caused the abrasions on these two bold piglets in the photo below.
Think spring! We are anticipating summer sweet corn and a big garden this year.
These lactating Chester White sows are doing some of the spring tillage work for me. I turned them into this new area today.
Their neck muscles are incredibly strong! One of the first things a swine herder learns is to keep their sorting panel low, if a swine gets their nose under your panel, you and your panel will be airborne with a flip of the head.
One of life’s four great pleasures, according to Garrison Keillor, our sweet corn is ready. And it is good!
We tried a new variety this year, an augmented supersweet, and the corn is not only undeniably sweet, but large. The ears pictured above are 22 and 20 rows around. Hu-u-u-ge!
Next Saturday will be the last chance you have to try some, as we will be sold out after that.
Welcome visitors! Welcome especially to the people I’ve met at the Dane County Farmer’s Market. Thank you for your interest.
I’ve often been asked, “Why, Curiousfarmer?” I don’t remember how I came up with the name ten years ago for what I thought would be an agriculture blog, but it seems to fit.
Obviously I’m a farmer, and curious in my own odd way, but who isn’t, right?
The way I think of “Curious”, is the way I approach life. With an open mind, observing, seeking to understand. At least that’s what I’m striving for on my best days.
And “Curious”, is a natural way to live life. Think about how we start life as infants. Babies are almost exclusively curious. Observing, seeking to understand, communicating their needs, and then growing and processing while they sleep.
The way we farm gives us ample opportunity to observe and be curious. Often, I realize I’m in the middle of a unique experience I may never experience again.
My Father, who is in his 70s, was discing his fields this spring and he observed for the first time in his life, a Snowy Owl. I’ve never seen one.
The Snowy Owl was resting in the disced field as it migrated north. Eventually it flew off, but the experience sure made his day of discing more interesting.
The above photo shows a weedy area where round bales of hay had been stored. My friend Jeremy asked if he could have a little area to expand his tomato production as he has a small yard in Madison. Jeremy is also a curious guy, and is always up to something.
He planted and staked 16 tomato plants, using hay as mulch. He has named the project, “No Fuss Tomatoes”.
Some of the tomato plants he grafted a top onto a stronger root. Like I said, Jeremy is a curious guy. I’m hoping he documents his “No Fuss” tomato experience and shares with us on this blog.
I set up a rain gauge near the tomatoes and was surprised to see this gelatinous substance on top of the soil. What is it? I had never seen anything like it.
I’ve figured out what it is, but if any of you would like to guess, especially those of you in the Madison area, I’ll give a free pork product of your choice to the first correct guess. Pick it up at market. Sorry, long distance readers.
I would like you to like and guess on our facebook page as Daniele is managing that social media. Send Daniele a message with your guess. Good luck!
Braden finished his movable chicken pens and I helped him move his broiler chickens out to pasture. We have had the coldest April on record, so there isn’t much pasture, but the chickens seem happy in their new home.
Braden put his own spin on a Salatin style, movable chicken pen. I hope to post with more detail in the future. The pens are moved daily to fresh pasture. The pen is keeping the predators away from the chickens, and the chickens are really thriving. He is still planning on having freshly frozen chickens for the May 26th market.
I helped Daniel rototill the garden and she has started moving her indoor started vegetables outdoors, and also started direct seeding some of her crops.
I rototilled the sweet corn plot and plan to plant next week if the soil continues to warm. We should have delicious sweet corn around the first of August.
Winter/Spring farrowing has gone well, and I have lots of healthy feeder pigs. My fall-calving herd has wintered well on our home-raised hay, and are chomping at the bit to get on fresh pasture.
Cattle aren’t particularly smart, but they are masters at body language. They know exactly what it means when they see me repairing electric fence. I’m sure they are salivating as much as when Pavlov’s dogs hear a bell.
My goal is to have more animals on pasture, more of the time. This was supposed to be a celebratory post about how I am accomplishing this, but now it’s the middle of October with cold rains and mud, and I’m starting to appreciate the concept of confinement.
The piglets are four to ten weeks old. Old enough to wean, but I didn’t need to rebreed the sows yet, waiting until November in order to have March litters. So I wanted to wait, but the piglets were starting to turn into gremlins.
Hence, the low electric fence you see in the photo. It runs along my driveway keeping the piglets “confined” to sixty acres or so on the south side of my farm. In reality, they probably only use about six acres surrounding the two acres which their moms are confined in. I’m taking advantage of the piglets’ natural inclination to stray only so far from their moms.
I gave the piglets their own shelter in the sweet corn patch and their own feed and water. They really started eating grain, but continued to nurse and graze and eat other stuff like pumpkins. They were doing very well, with the biggest ones weighing over fifty pounds. They were so big in fact, a litter of ten was unable to all fit around their mom’s udder.
But I started having some problems. The sows began to come into heat, (they were cycling to breed), at about eight to ten weeks into their lactations. Interestingly this is about when our cows return to heat after calving.
A single electric fence separated the sows and litters from the gestating sows and Taiphan, the boar. Until they came into heat, the single electric fence had been enough to keep them apart. But the desire to mate must have caused one sow to go through the fence. The boar was too rough with her, and I found her the next morning barely able to walk. So I put the sow into a recovery pen, essentially weaning her litter.
That litter, and the other big piglets found a way to go through the cattle lot and into the barnyard where they started desodding the yard very quickly. The cold rains made mud, which they tracked into their feeder. It started to look a lot less like piglet nirvana, so I made the decision to wean and house the piglets in a hoop barn.
After bedding the hoop barn with straw and hay, I made a run from the lactating sows pen to the hoop barn, and in 24 hours had all the sows locked into the hoop barn. I put an electric fence across the gate opening at sow height, allowing the piglets to come and go as they pleased.
The next morning I shut the gates and all but three piglets were in the hoop building. I caught the three piglets with my hydraulic trailer and then sorted the sows out of the hoop barn and they were weaned. Below you can see a photo of a sow and different ages of piglets in the hoop barn.
The piglets are doing very well in the hoop barn. They are warm and dry. They have food and water. They have straw and hay to manipulate as they please.
But I’m conflicted because they are no longer able to run where they please, dig, graze. It’s a tradeoff and balancing act, something I’ll have to continue to work on as I strive toward my goal of more animals on pasture, more of the time.
My go-to meal for the last three weeks. The sweet corn was raised without herbicides or pesticides. It’s a wonderful experience when a successful experiment results in such good eats.
I planted a rye cover crop last fall, rotovated twice in the spring, rotary hoed twice after planting, and cultivated twice, keeping the corn ahead of the weeds long enough to produce a good ear of corn, even though the weeds are thriving now.
The last time I tried to raise sweet corn without herbicides was a disaster, with the weeds getting ahead of the corn, resulting in production losses. That time I only chisel plowed, disced, and cultivated once.
My plan for next year is to use the same protocol as this year, except possibly not using the rye cover crop. That may prove to be a mistake as the rye has alleopathic properties.
I wonder if I should be looking at weeds differently. Instead of a problem to overcome, maybe I should consider them as a volunteer crop. Instead of weeding, maybe I should be harvesting.
Tama Matsuoka Wong is a businessperson who has taken her interest in wild edibles to a new level. She partners with restaurants to put wild edibles on the menu. Her website is Meadows and More. Discovering the way Ms. Wong approaches wild edibles is invigorating my thinking about weeds.
Finally, while I’ve spent the summer thinking about sweet corn, I wonder how much corn I’m getting from other sources. “Children of the Corn” is an interesting infograph if you’ve ever wondered about the corn industry.
The one problem I have with the infograph is when they talk about water usage. Sure, corn uses water, but it gets cycled back into the atmosphere. It’s not like it’s being used up, never to be seen again.
Comment if you have any thoughts about these topics.
The jungle above is what happens when you plant pumpkins too close to pole beans. I planted Kentucky Blue Pole Beans, my first try with pole beans as I never thought I wanted to mess with a fence. But it turns out they weren’t much work, and grow well here.
I planted them in a row and after they were up and growing, I weeded and mulched with loose hay chaff from the barn. Then I put a five-foot high fence right beside them. They took to the fence rapidly and would have grown higher if my fence had been taller.
They were doing very well until the pumpkins, which were planted three and six feet away, made there way over to the fence and started climbing. All the shade from the pumpkins may have hurt yield, but it doesn’t matter now as the sweet corn is ready. We ate green beans every day, but now I realize they were just a place-holder on my plate until the sweet corn was ready.