One weekend in January, my family decided it would be a grand idea to abandon our warm, comfortable houses and spend some time bonding at a cabin in the woods. Like all of those bonding ideas, it didn’t take long to realize why we all live in separate houses. Putting an assortment of 24 adults
That Heartwarming Feeling of Working with One’s Brother-in-law………….. (no wait, that’s heartburn). Hopefully everyone is enjoying the holiday season, tucked into warm houses and dreaming of warmer weather in 2017. On that note, at Plum Creek Farm we’re diligently working to make the warmer weather more enjoyable for everyone by introducing The
Greetings to all again, and thank you for coming back to my little corner.
Today, I want to share with you what happens when animals try to exercise their right to live wherever they want and eat whatever they want. These same critters totally ignore the fact that there is a farmer trying to eke out a living off of that sweet corn that they so nonchalantly eat.
Let’s begin with the four-legged Hoover of the forest, the majestic whitetail deer. Now, the first thought that may pop into your head when thinking of deer is ” Aw, it’s Bambi.”
Please let me explain something. Deer eat the same way that I shop for food: Everything looks good.
Deer walk up and down my rows of corn, never stopping to eat a whole stalk. Oh my no, deer won’t do that. If they would do that, they would be full, and their night out with their buck buddies would be over.
Instead, deer only nibble the tip of each ear, prolonging the evening, thus ruining as many stalks as possible. All the while, deer are giggling over how many colors of red the farmer will turn when he sees the latest destroyed platter of hors d’oeuvres (formerly his promising patch of sweet corn).
“Every year you’ll want to do something different from the previous, and you’ll never figure it all out.” These were the profound and slightly discouraging words that Mary Ann Rutt offered me during our first planning meeting in January of 2015. Having just accepted the rather daunting job of running Plum Creek Farm, I mistakenly
In my previous post, I told you a bit about the genesis of Plum Creek Farm. Now I want to share how I began my journey into farming.
It all began on the outskirts of Lititz on the Nolt family farm, fattening steers and raising tobacco.
(No judgement please, who knew that stuff was bad for you?)
I knew I had a knack for farm management when, at the tender age of 13, after the steers got out due to a misplaced firecracker, I quickly accessed the situation, chose a clear plan for action, and executed it. Now, the fact that my plan involved pointing a finger at my closest brother as Pops was bearing down on us is not something we need to dwell on here. The point is, I can swiftly cobble together a plan of action under less-than-ideal circumstances. It’s a handy little gadget to have in a farmer’s toolbox.