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
Ahh, these crisp mornings and cool evenings remind me that my favorite time of year is upon us. Hot summer days are behind us for another season and it’s time to clean up the farm in preparation for the cold winter months. While I always enjoy the change in season, this year I have yet
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).
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.
Greetings to all who find their way to this post.
With our little market set to open for the summer and with a website that needs some additional content I thought, what better way to give you, our dear and valued customer, a peak behind the goings-on at Plum Creek Farm.
Now would be a great time to warn you that this — and any future posts — will undoubtedly also give you a glimpse into the inner workings of my mind. My hope is that you won’t hold this against the farm, the market or, most importantly, our fine staff.
With that serving as a sufficient disclaimer, I should tell you a bit about how Plum Creek Farm came to be…