Thursday, January 19, 2012

Well, as long as you asked...

I was just signing up to join a web community of young farmers and was asked on the survey, Why do you farm? Those four little words really opened up the flood gates, and I thought I might as well share my answer here as well :) Don't worry, I did not include most of this in the survey!


Farming is a natural evolution of my first career in animal welfare. Instead of making life a bit more tolerable for animals in humane societies, I now get to foster partnerships between livestock and the local ecosystem that improve the land's resiliancy while giving the animals fulfilling lives. I love the daily opportunities for creativity and innovation and am so grateful for the strong bonds that quickly form between new and experienced farmers in our local agricultural community. My schedule and duties are never predictable, giving me an incredible freedom to take advantage of perfect afternoon running weather and yet a deep sense of responsibility to meet the needs of the livestock at any hour (and they do like the midnight hour for their urgent needs!). Accomplishments are measured on both a much larger and a much smaller scale than in our mainstream society, continually keeping me both challenged and satisfied. Most importantly, I don't have to leave my dog sitting at home as I trudge off to another day on the job, but open the door each morning to a calling that is hardly a job at all, with coworkers who only wear carhardts and smiles, and many more who sport suits of fur and feathers. This type of farming is a dynamic, frustrating, loving, co-dependant relationship - though I couldn't tell you if the farmer is the parent or the child.




4 comments:

phutton said...

This about sums it up! What a terrific, well thought out response!

phutton said...

And I love the picture. Who is that?

AuntieNan said...

GREAT article!! You really make us feel like we're there with you. As to the picture, if the shot were of the black furry back and instead of hay, she was surrounded by well-mashed hamster bedding, it could be Rocky, resting from attempting yet another escape from her lair.
Hugs, AuntieNan

amy said...

Big Willie also likes to occasionally escape from his lair! Luckily he has yet to find his way into my closet, and he's probably a bit easier to find :)