Friday’s Tattler

We had an enormously good time at Pounds this past week. It was clean, cool, and once Mr. Mike got the fire started, Miss Rhonda made some outrageously good hamburgers and hot dogs for lunch. Each child knew what he could and couldn’t do, and the afternoon crept by with a lot of fun. The lake is shallow so the kids who still can’t swim had a lot of room to play. The sandy part is wonderful because there is no goo on the bottom…

I noticed that some of the non swimmers really swam for the first time. Jasmin really swam her way around the lake. Jack H, who always seems to go too deep had a ball going up to his neck and scaring Miss Judy with his great big grin. He loves to go under and paddle around. Addie and Skylar and Mara and Haidyn swam out deep with the blow up toys and Emily, who is still learning to swim went with them and did a great job.

The parents who came with us were a great team and I heard one parent say, “This is a lot more fun than going to work.” I could not help resorting, “Yeah, I know, and I get paid for this.”

One of the children asked me as she was paddling around, “Why do we have to do field trips?” and I said, “Because Miss Judy likes them, and I’m the boss,” and she got a great big grin on her face and said, “Me too.” So we’re agreed.

All in all a great finale to summer and a great time by all.

A great big thank you to parents who came and helped. The Garden School staff could not do this without you.

Thursday’s Teacher

From Teachermagazine.org

Published: August 3, 2009

Comment: I can think of several of our students who have passed through the GS who belong here.

Academy Caters to Profoundly Gifted Students

RENO, Nevada (AP) — Back home in Boise, Rachel was too bright for her own good. She was isolated from girls her own age who only wanted to talk about boys and shopping, and cut off from her teachers who seemed to regard her as an annoying brat.

Rachel’s mother Jae Ellison wondered if her daughter, with so much brain power, would even graduate high school.

Today 16-year-old Rachel is headed to MIT after graduating from the Davidson Academy, a free public high school on the University of Nevada, Reno campus that caters to the profoundly gifted — those who might be considered geniuses.

With so much attention on the federal No Child Left Behind Act, advocates for exceptionally smart kids often complain that the brightest students, too, are being denied the opportunity to realize their potential.

“Schools don’t handle odd ball kids very well,” said Jane Clarenbach with the Washington, D.C.-based National Association for Gifted Children. “The more highly gifted you are, the bigger problem you present to your school district.”

The Davidson Academy and its not-for-profit umbrella organization, the Davidson Institute, were founded by education software developers Bob and Jan Davidson.

Their former company, Davidson & Associates, was known for the popular Math Blaster and Reading Blaster software series of the early 1980s. They co-authored the book, “Genius Denied: How to Stop Wasting Our Brightest Young Minds.”

The Davidsons donated more than $10 million toward the academy. It opened in 2006 with 39 students. When classes begin this fall about 100 are expected at the school, which focuses on the individual needs of students who are grouped by ability level rather than age.

More than a dozen specialty high schools for gifted students operate around the country, and many colleges offer classes for bright young students, Clarenbach said. There is no set definition for what makes a student gifted, or highly gifted, or profoundly gifted, let alone statistics on how many there are, she said.

To be accepted at Davidson, students must score in the top 99.9 percentile on IQ tests or at the top of their age groups on aptitude tests.

Teaching young wizards and keeping them engaged in learning is not as easy as it sounds, experts say. Years ahead intellectually of the students their own age, it can be challenging to stoke their academic fire while harboring fragile adolescence from emotional meltdown.

“At some point it does become a problem because they have less in common with their age peers and more with their academic peers,” Clarenbach said.

It was that dilemma that brought the Ellison family to Reno, where Rachel’s brother, David, also attends the academy.

In Boise, Rachel attended six different schools, sometimes three in one day, to find classes that challenged her. Hanging out at the mall was not her idea of fun. In her spare time, Rachel is writing a seven-volume novel.

Being around intellectual equals at Davidson, she said, exposed her to a social network she lacked. The academics, she said, may have been her main reason for coming to Davidson, “but my favorite part has definitely been the social atmosphere.”

Not all students who enroll find success at the academy, said Colleen Harsin, Davidson’s executive director.

“Many of our students have not had to study before,” Harsin said. “Certainly, it’s easier to be top in your class.”

To ease the transition, students are accepted only at the start of a school year. The brightest of the bright tend to become acquainted through special summer programs and online seminars, Harsin said.

This summer, 49 students, ages 13-16, attended the Davidson Institute’s summer program, an intense session in which two college classes are completed in three weeks.

“My friends just ask me why I’m going to nerd camp,” said Janet Holmes, 13, from St. Louis Park, Minnesota.

But these kids say they would rather be studying then hanging out at the water park.

“We’re intellectuals. We’re accepted here,” said Jackson Wagner, a 16-year-old from Dearborn, Michigan, who’s thinking about becoming a philosopher.

UNR Professor Eric Herzik said his young political science students are intelligent, analytical and engaging. “There’s a lot more participation,” he said.

In another classroom across campus, instructor Michael Leverington orchestrated a computer class that had students acting out complicated problem-solving exercises. Then, this summary: “Let’s do some metacognizing here.”

The key to teaching gifted students, experts say, is allowing them to proceed at their own, accelerated pace.

“If you have students who are just really self-motivated, and say, ‘you don’t have to stick to this curriculum, just go,’ they will,” said Matt Bowden, spokesman for the Center for Talented Youth at John Hopkins University in Baltimore, Maryland.

The center has been recruiting sharp young minds for 30 years, and, like other similar programs at Duke, Northwestern, and the University of Iowa and elsewhere, conducts annual “talent searches” for the highly inquisitive.

Over the past three decades, Bowden said about 1.5 million students have gone through John Hopkins’ talent search or its summer programs offered for children as young as second grade.

Recognizing young talent early in their scholastic career is key, Clarenbach said.

“The doodling, fidgeting, looks like a bad kid when it’s really a bored kid,” she said. “These are serious things, because if a teacher turns them off early, who’s going to turn them back on? We lose lots of kids that way.”

Wednesday’s Wonder

Two Stories BOTH TRUE – and worth reading!!!!

STORY NUMBER ONE

Many years ago, Al Capone virtually owned Chicago . Capone wasn’t famous for anything heroic. He was notorious for enmeshing the windy city in everything from bootlegged booze and prostitution to murder.

Capone had a lawyer nicknamed “Easy Eddie.” He was Capone’s lawyer for a good reason. Eddie was very good! In fact, Eddie’s skill at legal maneuvering kept Big Al out of jail for a long time.

To show his appreciation, Capone paid him very well. Not only was the money big, but Eddie got special dividends, as well. For instance, he and his family occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the conveniences of the day. The estate was so large that it filled an entire Chicago City block.

Eddie lived the high life of the Chicago mob and gave little consideration to the atrocity that went on around him.

Eddie did have one soft spot, however. He had a son that he loved dearly. Eddie saw to it that his young son had clothes, cars, and a good education. Nothing was withheld. Price was no object. And, despite his involvement with organized crime, Eddie even tried to teach him right from wrong. Eddie wanted his son to be a better man than he was.

Yet, with all his wealth and influence, there were two things he couldn’t give his son; he couldn’t pass on a good name or a good example. One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision. Easy Eddie wanted to rectify wrongs he had done.

He decided he would go to the authorities and tell the truth about Al “Scarface” Capone, clean up his tarnished name, and offer his son some semblance of integrity. To do this, he would have to testify against The Mob, and he knew that the cost would be great. But, he testified.

Within the year, Easy Eddie’s life ended in a blaze of gunfire on a lonely Chicago Street . But in his eyes, he had given his son the greatest gift he had to offer, at the greatest price he could ever pay Police removed from his pockets a rosary, a crucifix, a religious medallion, and a poem clipped from a magazine.

The poem read:

“The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power to tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour. Now is the only time you own. Live, love, toil with a will. Place no faith in time. For the clock may soon be still.”

STORY NUMBER TWO

World War II produced many heroes. One such man was Lieutenant Commander Butch O’Hare.

He was a fighter pilot assigned to the aircraft carrier Lexington in the South Pacific.

One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission. After he was airborne, he looked at his fuel gauge and realized that someone had forgotten to top off his fuel tank.

He would not have enough fuel to complete his mission and get back to his ship. His flight leader told him to return to the carrier. Reluctantly, he dropped out of formation and headed back to the fleet.

As he was returning to the mother ship, he saw something that turned his blood cold; a squadron of Japanese aircraft was speeding its way toward the American fleet.

The American fighters were gone on a sortie, and the fleet was all but defenseless. He couldn’t reach his squadron and bring them back in time to save the fleet. Nor could he warn the fleet of the approaching danger. There was only one thing to do. He must somehow divert them from the fleet.

Laying aside all thoughts of personal safety, he dove into the formation of Japanese planes. Wing-mounted 50 caliber’s blazed as he charged in, attacking one surprised enemy plane and then another. Butch wove in and out of the now broken formation and fired at as many planes as possible until all his ammunition was finally spent.

Undaunted, he continued the assault. He dove at the planes, trying to clip a wing or tail in hopes of damaging as many enemy planes as possible, rendering them unfit to fly.

Finally, the exasperated Japanese squadron took off in another direction.

Deeply relieved, Butch O’Hare and his tattered fighter limped back to the carrier

Upon arrival, he reported in and related the event surrounding his return. The film from the gun-camera mounted on his plane told the tale. It showed the extent of Butch’s daring attempt to protect his fleet. He had, in fact, destroyed five enemy aircraft.

This took place on February 20, 1942 , and for that action Butch became the Navy’s first Ace of W.W.II, and the first Naval Aviator to win the Congressional Medal of Honor.

A year later Butch was killed in aerial combat at the age of 29. His home town would not allow the memory of this WW II hero to fade, and today, O’Hare Airport in Chicago is named in tribute to the courage of this great man.

So, the next time you find yourself at O’Hare International, give some thought to visiting Butch’s memorial displaying his statue and his Medal of Honor. It’s located between Terminals 1 and 2.

SO WHAT DO THESE TWO STORIES HAVE TO DO WITH EACH OTHER?

Butch O’Hare was “Easy Eddie’s” son.

Saying Goodby by Judy Lyden

Every year at two separate times we say goodbye to children leaving the Garden School. It’s always a sad occasion because these wonderful children will be missed. In May, some children leave to spend summer with family or in another camp because they have outgrown us, and other places offer older children. When some children get to be the oldest, some reach out for older child mentors, and here, that’s impossible.

At the end of summer, the rest of the graduating class moves off to “Big School.” Parents cry, we tear up, the children look between teachers and parents not really understanding that they won’t be coming back to school here or exactly what that means – for sure. They are always welcome to visit, to spend a day, but after “Big School,” it’s hard to come back and find much to do. They’ve done it all, and now it’s time to reach out and do something new.

And this is what should happen. We are not supposed to stay the same. We are not supposed to stop. We are supposed to move forward. That’s what we have been teaching our children from the beginning. We don’t expect them to be three for years, or four, or even five for ever. When A.A. Milne says, “Now I think I’ll stay six now for ever and ever,” that’s not about staying still, it’s about engaging life to the fullest, about remembering that at six, we can look out at the world and embrace it for all it’s good and never even notice the bad. And that’s the way life should be.

Every time I hug a child and say, “Well, off to bigger and better things,” I mean it. I expect that all our wonderful Kindergartners will do bigger and better things every single year for the rest of their lives. Should I expect less? Not a chance.

Last week, one of my beloved families with five children came to visit. The boys were big and the little girl was nearly as tall as I am. They were gracious and friendly, but they admitted that the toys and the building looked very little. “You spent a whole year here playing,” I said, And the boys looked around as if they were trying to remember what it could have been like in our little building.

Every parent who cares wants something good for their child, and after their child is spoiled at the GS for all the special attention and all the “Judying up” of their time, it’s hard to think what they will get in the next school, but no matter what, they are moving forward, and that’s a good. They have made their mark here, and it’s time to make it someplace else.

Worst scenario? A teacher you don’t like? Your children will have to endure teachers they don’t like right through college. It’s unfortunate that some of them will have to endure a teacher they can’t relate too, but this too is part of being in the bigger world, and it is something they need to think about and find a way to do their best no matter what. Parents know this and children will find it out sooner or later. The fact that they are as well behaved as they have been at the Garden School will only help them understand how to cope with what ever it is that they must face in the bigger world.

Best scenario? Our little princes and princesses, who are the very best children in the world, will all go off to big school with the confidence that they can and will be at the top of their classes, they will, and they will set the world on fire.

The Garden School is only the launching pad. The child is the rocket, and parents are the fuel.

Now! Last minute tips from grandma Judy:

Tip for parents seeking children to take reading seriously: If you want your child to read well and be interested in books, then you need to set the example and read. Turn of TV or the radio and pick up a book, and keep picking up books.

If you want your child to be honest, be honest.

If you want your child to be kind, be kind.

If you want your child to be courteous, be courteous.

If you want your child to have splendid manners, have splendid manners.

If you want your child to be courageous, be courageous.

If you want your child to be generous, be generous.

If you want your child to speak well, speak well.

Apples don’t fall far from the trees. We all teach, we all set examples for young children.

Remember, parents are the PRIMARY teachers of their children. That’s you.

Monday’s Tattler

Good Morning! It’s time for another and a last week at the Garden School Summer Camp. It’s been a great summer, and hopefully, we will will finish out with three good days of swimming.

Monday is a regular school day with spelling words and class time.

Tuesday is a swim day at Newburgh Pool.

Wednesday is our last swim day at Newburgh Pool.

Thursday is a regular school day with a spelling test.

Friday is our last field trip for summer. We will be going to Pounds Hollow Lake for a cookout and a splash in the “big pond.” This lake is a marvelous adventure. It’s wide, sandy and there are facilities that flush!

This is our last day for those children who are moving off to public and private first grades.

This has been an outstanding summer and we appreciate all the work that our parents put into our little school. Congratulations go again to Austin’s mom for her kindness in supplying a lot of treats. A thank you goes out to Morgan’s mother for her work on the grass and for supplying a lot of our melons! A thanks goes to the Bowen family for the sodas for our trips. Thanks go out to Nathan’s mom for all the cupcakes!

And a great big thanks goes to all our parents who volunteered to go and help. This means so much.

Sunday’s Bonus!


I love this article. It’s the best article I’ve read all year. It’s from The American: The Journal of the American Enterprise Institute. Terry sent this to me and I relish what it says. Yeah American Farmer and all your wisdom!

The Omnivore’s Delusion: Against the Agri-intellectuals

Farming has always been messy and painful, and bloody and dirty. It still is. This is something the critics of industrial farming never seem to understand.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

I’m dozing, as I often do on airplanes, but the guy behind me has been broadcasting nonstop for nearly three hours. I finally admit defeat and start some serious eavesdropping. He’s talking about food, damning farming, particularly livestock farming, compensating for his lack of knowledge with volume.

I’m so tired of people who wouldn’t visit a doctor who used a stethoscope instead of an MRI demanding that farmers like me use 1930s technology to raise food. Farming has always been messy and painful, and bloody and dirty. It still is.

But now we have to listen to self-appointed experts on airplanes frightening their seatmates about the profession I have practiced for more than 30 years. I’d had enough. I turned around and politely told the lecturer that he ought not believe everything he reads. He quieted and asked me what kind of farming I do. I told him, and when he asked if I used organic farming, I said no, and left it at that. I didn’t answer with the first thought that came to mind, which is simply this: I deal in the real world, not superstitions, and unless the consumer absolutely forces my hand, I am about as likely to adopt organic methods as the Wall Street Journal is to publish their next edition by setting the type by hand.

Young turkeys aren’t smart enough to come in out of the rain, and will stand outside in a downpour, with beaks open and eyes skyward, until they drown.

He was a businessman, and I’m sure spends his days with spreadsheets, projections, and marketing studies. He hasn’t used a slide rule in his career and wouldn’t make projections with tea leaves or soothsayers. He does not blame witchcraft for a bad quarter, or expect the factory that makes his product to use steam power instead of electricity, or horses and wagons to deliver his products instead of trucks and trains. But he expects me to farm like my grandfather, and not incidentally, I suppose, to live like him as well. He thinks farmers are too stupid to farm sustainably, too cruel to treat their animals well, and too careless to worry about their communities, their health, and their families. I would not presume to criticize his car, or the size of his house, or the way he runs his business. But he is an expert about me, on the strength of one book, and is sharing that expertise with captive audiences every time he gets the chance. Enough, enough, enough.

Industrial Farming and Its Critics

Critics of “industrial farming” spend most of their time concerned with the processes by which food is raised. This is because the results of organic production are so, well, troublesome. With the subtraction of every “unnatural” additive, molds, fungus, and bugs increase. Since it is difficult to sell a religion with so many readily quantifiable bad results, the trusty family farmer has to be thrown into the breach, saving the whole organic movement by his saintly presence, chewing on his straw, plodding along, at one with his environment, his community, his neighborhood. Except that some of the largest farms in the country are organic—and are giant organizations dependent upon lots of hired stoop labor doing the most backbreaking of tasks in order to save the sensitive conscience of my fellow passenger the merest whiff of pesticide contamination. They do not spend much time talking about that at the Whole Foods store.

The most delicious irony is this: the parts of farming that are the most “industrial” are the most likely to be owned by the kind of family farmers that elicit such a positive response from the consumer. Corn farms are almost all owned and managed by small family farmers. But corn farmers salivate at the thought of one more biotech breakthrough, use vast amounts of energy to increase production, and raise large quantities of an indistinguishable commodity to sell to huge corporations that turn that corn into thousands of industrial products.

The biggest environmental harm I’ve done as a farmer is the topsoil (and nutrients) I used to send down the Missouri River to the Gulf of Mexico before we began to practice no-till farming, made possible only by the use of herbicides.

Most livestock is produced by family farms, and even the poultry industry, with its contracts and vertical integration, relies on family farms to contract for the production of the birds. Despite the obvious change in scale over time, family farms, like ours, still meet around the kitchen table, send their kids to the same small schools, sit in the same church pew, and belong to the same civic organizations our parents and grandparents did. We may be industrial by some definition, but not our own. Reality is messier than it appears in the book my tormentor was reading, and farming more complicated than a simple morality play.

On the desk in front of me are a dozen books, all hugely critical of present-day farming. Farmers are often given a pass in these books, painted as either naïve tools of corporate greed, or economic nullities forced into their present circumstances by the unrelenting forces of the twin grindstones of corporate greed and unfeeling markets. To the farmer on the ground, though, a farmer blessed with free choice and hard won experience, the moral choices aren’t quite so easy. Biotech crops actually cut the use of chemicals, and increase food safety. Are people who refuse to use them my moral superiors? Herbicides cut the need for tillage, which decreases soil erosion by millions of tons. The biggest environmental harm I have done as a farmer is the topsoil (and nutrients) I used to send down the Missouri River to the Gulf of Mexico before we began to practice no-till farming, made possible only by the use of herbicides. The combination of herbicides and genetically modified seed has made my farm more sustainable, not less, and actually reduces the pollution I send down the river.

Finally, consumers benefit from cheap food. If you think they don’t, just remember the headlines after food prices began increasing in 2007 and 2008, including the study by the Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations announcing that 50 million additional people are now hungry because of increasing food prices. Only “industrial farming” can possibly meet the demands of an increasing population and increased demand for food as a result of growing incomes.

The distance between the farmer and what he grows has certainly increased, but, believe me, if we weren’t closely connected, we wouldn’t still be farming.

So the stakes in this argument are even higher. Farmers can raise food in different ways if that is what the market wants. It is important, though, that even people riding in airplanes know that there are environmental and food safety costs to whatever kind of farming we choose.

Pigs in a Pen

In his book Dominion, author Mathew Scully calls “factory farming” an “obvious moral evil so sickening and horrendous it would leave us ashen.” Scully, a speechwriter for the second President Bush, can hardly be called a man of the left. Just to make sure the point is not lost, he quotes the conservative historian Paul Johnson a page later:

The rise of factory farming, whereby food producers cannot remain competitive except by subjecting animals to unspeakable deprivation, has hastened this process. The human spirit revolts at what we have been doing.

Arizona and Florida have outlawed pig gestation crates, and California recently passed, overwhelmingly, a ballot initiative doing the same. There is no doubt that Scully and Johnson have the wind at their backs, and confinement raising of livestock may well be outlawed everywhere. And only a person so callous as to have a spirit that cannot be revolted, or so hardened to any kind of morality that he could countenance an obvious moral evil, could say a word in defense of caging animals during their production. In the quote above, Paul Johnson is forecasting a move toward vegetarianism. But if we assume, at least for the present, that most of us will continue to eat meat, let me dive in where most fear to tread.

Lynn Niemann was a neighbor of my family’s, a farmer with a vision. He began raising turkeys on a field near his house around 1956. They were, I suppose, what we would now call “free range” turkeys. Turkeys raised in a natural manner, with no roof over their heads, just gamboling around in the pasture, as God surely intended. Free to eat grasshoppers, and grass, and scratch for grubs and worms. And also free to serve as prey for weasels, who kill turkeys by slitting their necks and practicing exsanguination. Weasels were a problem, but not as much a threat as one of our typically violent early summer thunderstorms. It seems that turkeys, at least young ones, are not smart enough to come in out of the rain, and will stand outside in a downpour, with beaks open and eyes skyward, until they drown. One night Niemann lost 4,000 turkeys to drowning, along with his dream, and his farm.

Food production will have a claim on fossil fuels long after we’ve learned how to use renewables and nuclear power to handle many of our other energy needs.

Now, turkeys are raised in large open sheds. Chickens and turkeys raised for meat are not grown in cages. As the critics of “industrial farming” like to point out, the sheds get quite crowded by the time Thanksgiving rolls around and the turkeys are fully grown. And yes, the birds are bedded in sawdust, so the turkeys do walk around in their own waste. Although the turkeys don’t seem to mind, this quite clearly disgusts the various authors I’ve read whom have actually visited a turkey farm. But none of those authors, whose descriptions of the horrors of modern poultry production have a certain sameness, were there when Neimann picked up those 4,000 dead turkeys. Sheds are expensive, and it was easier to raise turkeys in open, inexpensive pastures. But that type of production really was hard on the turkeys. Protected from the weather and predators, today’s turkeys may not be aware that they are a part of a morally reprehensible system.

Like most young people in my part of the world, I was a 4-H member. Raising cattle and hogs, showing them at the county fair, and then sending to slaughter those animals that we had spent the summer feeding, washing, and training. We would then tour the packing house, where our friend was hung on a rail, with his loin eye measured and his carcass evaluated. We farm kids got an early start on dulling our moral sensibilities. I’m still proud of my win in the Atchison County Carcass competition of 1969, as it is the only trophy I have ever received. We raised the hogs in a shed, or farrowing (birthing) house. On one side were eight crates of the kind that the good citizens of California have outlawed. On the other were the kind of wooden pens that our critics would have us use, where the sow could turn around, lie down, and presumably act in a natural way. Which included lying down on my 4-H project, killing several piglets, and forcing me to clean up the mess when I did my chores before school. The crates protect the piglets from their mothers. Farmers do not cage their hogs because of sadism, but because dead pigs are a drag on the profit margin, and because being crushed by your mother really is an awful way to go. As is being eaten by your mother, which I’ve seen sows do to newborn pigs as well.

I warned you that farming is still dirty and bloody, and I wasn’t kidding. So let’s talk about manure. It is an article of faith amongst the agri-intellectuals that we no longer use manure as fertilizer. To quote Dr. Michael Fox in his book Eating with a Conscience, “The animal waste is not going back to the land from which he animal feed originated.” Or Bill McKibben, in his book Deep Economy, writing about modern livestock production: “But this concentrates the waste in one place, where instead of being useful fertilizer to spread on crop fields it becomes a toxic threat.”

In my inbox is an email from our farm’s neighbor, who raises thousands of hogs in close proximity to our farm, and several of my family member’s houses as well. The email outlines the amount and chemical analysis of the manure that will be spread on our fields this fall, manure that will replace dozens of tons of commercial fertilizer. The manure is captured underneath the hog houses in cement pits, and is knifed into the soil after the crops are harvested. At no time is it exposed to erosion, and it is an extremely valuable resource, one which farmers use to its fullest extent, just as they have since agriculture began.

Pollan thinks farmers use commercial fertilizer because it’s easier, and because it’s cheap. Pollan is right. But those are perfectly defensible reasons.

In the southern part of Missouri, there is an extensive poultry industry in areas of the state where the soil is poor. The farmers there spread the poultry litter on pasture, and the advent of poultry barns made cattle production possible in areas that used to be waste ground. The “industrial” poultry houses are owned by family farmers, who have then used the byproducts to produce beef in areas where cattle couldn’t survive before. McKibben is certain that the contracts these farmers sign with companies like Tyson are unfair, and the farmers might agree. But they like those cows, so there is a waiting list for new chicken barns. In some areas, there is indeed more manure than available cropland. But the trend in the industry, thankfully, is toward a dispersion of animals and manure, as the value of the manure increases, and the cost of transporting the manure becomes prohibitive.

We Can’t Change Nature

The largest producer of pigs in the United States has promised to gradually end the use of hog crates. The Humane Society promises to take their initiative drive to outlaw farrowing crates and poultry cages to more states. Many of the counties in my own state of Missouri have chosen to outlaw the the building of confinement facilities. Barack Obama has been harshly critical of animal agriculture. We are clearly in the process of deciding that we will not continue to raise animals the way we do now. Because other countries may not share our sensibilities, we’ll have to withdraw or amend free trade agreements to keep any semblance of a livestock industry.

We can do that, and we may be a better society for it, but we can’t change nature. Pigs will be allowed to “return to their mire,” as Kipling had it, but they’ll also be crushed and eaten by their mothers. Chickens will provide lunch to any number of predators, and some number of chickens will die as flocks establish their pecking order.

In recent years, the cost of producing pork dropped as farmers increased feed efficiency (the amount of feed needed to produce a pound of pork) by 20 percent. Free-range chickens and pigs will increase the price of food, using more energy and water to produce the extra grain required for the same amount of meat, and some people will go hungry. It is also instructive that the first company to move away from farrowing crates is the largest producer of pigs. Changing the way we raise animals will not necessarily change the scale of the companies involved in the industry. If we are about to require more expensive ways of producing food, the largest and most well-capitalized farms will have the least trouble adapting.

The Omnivores’ Delusions

Michael Pollan, in an 8,000-word essay in the New York Times Magazine, took the expected swipes at animal agriculture. But his truly radical prescriptions had to do with raising of crops. Pollan, who seemed to be aware of the nitrogen problem in his book The Omnivore’s Dilemma, left nuance behind, as well as the laws of chemistry, in his recommendations. The nitrogen problem is this: without nitrogen, we do not have life. Until we learned to produce nitrogen from natural gas early in the last century, the only way to get nitrogen was through nitrogen produced by plants called legumes, or from small amounts of nitrogen that are produced by lightning strikes. The amount of life the earth could support was limited by the amount of nitrogen available for crop production.

In his book, Pollan quotes geographer Vaclav Smil to the effect that 40 percent of the people alive today would not be alive without the ability to artificially synthesize nitrogen. But in his directive on food policy, Pollan damns agriculture’s dependence on fossil fuels, and urges the president to encourage agriculture to move away from expensive and declining supplies of natural gas toward the unlimited sunshine that supported life, and agriculture, as recently as the 1940s. Now, why didn’t I think of that?

Well, I did. I’ve raised clover and alfalfa for the nitrogen they produce, and half the time my land is planted to soybeans, another nitrogen producing legume. Pollan writes as if all of his ideas are new, but my father tells of agriculture extension meetings in the late 1950s entitled “Clover and Corn, the Road to Profitability.” Farmers know that organic farming was the default position of agriculture for thousands of years, years when hunger was just around the corner for even advanced societies. I use all the animal manure available to me, and do everything I can to reduce the amount of commercial fertilizers I use. When corn genetically modified to use nitrogen more efficiently enters the market, as it soon will, I will use it as well. But none of those things will completely replace commercial fertilizer.

Norman Borlaug, founder of the green revolution, estimates that the amount of nitrogen available naturally would only support a worldwide population of 4 billion souls or so. He further remarks that we would need another 5 billion cows to produce enough manure to fertilize our present crops with “natural” fertilizer. That would play havoc with global warming. And cows do not produce nitrogen from the air, but only from the forages they eat, so to produce more manure we will have to plant more forages. Most of the critics of industrial farming maintain the contradictory positions that we should increase the use of manure as a fertilizer, and decrease our consumption of meat. Pollan would solve the problem with cover crops, planted after the corn crop is harvested, and with mandatory composting. Pollan should talk to some actual farmers before he presumes to advise a president.

Pollan tells of flying over the upper Midwest in the winter, and seeing the black, fallow soil. I suppose one sees what one wants to see, but we have not had the kind of tillage implement on our farm that would produce black soil in nearly 20 years. Pollan would provide our nitrogen by planting those black fields to nitrogen-producing cover crops after the cash crops are harvested. This is a fine plan, one that farmers have known about for generations. And sometimes it would even work. But not last year, as we finished harvest in November in a freezing rain. It is hard to think of a legume that would have done its thing between then and corn planting time. Plants do not grow very well in freezing weather, a fact that would evidently surprise Pollan.

And even if we could have gotten a legume established last fall, it would not have fixed any nitrogen before planting time. We used to plant corn in late May, plowing down our green manure and killing the first flush of weeds. But that meant the corn would enter its crucial growing period during the hottest, driest parts of the summer, and that soil erosion would be increased because the land was bare during drenching spring rains. Now we plant in early April, best utilizing our spring rains, and ensuring that pollination occurs before the dog days of August.

A few other problems come to mind. The last time I planted a cover crop, the clover provided a perfect habitat in early spring for bugs, bugs that I had to kill with an insecticide. We do not normally apply insecticides, but we did that year. Of course, you can provide nitrogen with legumes by using a longer crop rotation, growing clover one year and corn the next. But that uses twice as much water to produce a corn crop, and takes twice as much land to produce the same number of bushels. We are producing twice the food we did in 1960 on less land, and commercial nitrogen is one of the main reasons why. It may be that we decide we would rather spend land and water than energy, but Pollan never mentions that we are faced with that choice.

His other grand idea is mandatory household composting, with the compost delivered to farmers free of charge. Why not? Compost is a valuable soil amendment, and if somebody else is paying to deliver it to my farm, then bring it on. But it will not do much to solve the nitrogen problem. Household compost has somewhere between 1 and 5 percent nitrogen, and not all that nitrogen is available to crops the first year. Presently, we are applying about 150 pounds of nitrogen per acre to corn, and crediting about 40 pounds per acre from the preceding years soybean crop. Let’s assume a 5 percent nitrogen rate, or about 100 pounds of nitrogen per ton of compost. That would require 3,000 pounds of compost per acre. Or about 150,000 tons for the corn raised in our county. The average truck carries about 20 tons. Picture 7,500 trucks traveling from New York City to our small county here in the Midwest, delivering compost. Five million truckloads to fertilize the country’s corn crop. Now, that would be a carbon footprint!

Pollan thinks farmers use commercial fertilizer because it is easier, and because it is cheap. Pollan is right. But those are perfectly defensible reasons. Nitrogen quadrupled in price over the last several years, and farmers are still using it, albeit more cautiously. We are using GPS monitors on all of our equipment to ensure that we do not use too much, and our production of corn per pound of nitrogen is rapidly increasing. On our farm, we have increased yields about 50 percent during my career, while applying about the same amount of nitrogen we did when I began farming. That fortunate trend will increase even faster with the advent of new GMO hybrids. But as much as Pollan might desire it, even President Obama cannot reshuffle the chemical deck that nature has dealt. Energy may well get much more expensive, and peak oil production may have been reached. But food production will have a claim on fossil fuels long after we have learned how to use renewables and nuclear power to handle many of our other energy needs.

Farming and Connectedness

Much of farming is more “industrial,” more technical, and more complex than it used to be. Farmers farm more acres, and are less close to the ground and their animals than they were in the past. Almost all critics of industrial agriculture bemoan this loss of closeness, this “connectedness,” to use author Rod Dreher’s term. It is a given in most of the writing about agriculture that the knowledge and experience of the organic farmer is what makes him so unique and so important. The “industrial farmer,” on the other hand, is a mere pawn of Cargill, backed into his ignorant way of life by forces too large, too far from the farm, and too powerful to resist. Concern about this alienation, both between farmers and the land, and between consumers and their food supply, is what drives much of the literature about agriculture.

The distance between the farmer and what he grows has certainly increased, but, believe me, if we weren’t closely connected, we wouldn’t still be farming. It’s important to our critics that they emphasize this alienation, because they have to ignore the “industrial” farmer’s experience and knowledge to say the things they do about farming.

But farmers have reasons for their actions, and society should listen to them as we embark upon this reappraisal of our agricultural system. I use chemicals and diesel fuel to accomplish the tasks my grandfather used to do with sweat, and I use a computer instead of a lined notebook and a pencil, but I’m still farming the same land he did 80 years ago, and the fund of knowledge that our family has accumulated about our small part of Missouri is valuable. And everything I know and I have learned tells me this: we have to farm “industrially” to feed the world, and by using those “industrial” tools sensibly, we can accomplish that task and leave my grandchildren a prosperous and productive farm, while protecting the land, water, and air around us.

Blake Hurst is a farmer in Missouri. In a few days he will spend the next six weeks on a combine.

Sunday’s Plate

It’s wrong to believe that nature is always best

At last, the myth about organic food being better for us has been exploded. Maybe now we can get down to the serious business of feeding our growing population

For years, it was the nation’s favourite growth industry. Throughout the Nineties and for much of this decade, organic leeks, carrots, onions and other fruit and vegetables enjoyed a startling upsurge in popularity. More and more supermarket shelf space was devoted to their sale as the middle class rushed for food that was natural and free of pesticides while local entrepreneurs, their car boots bulging with knobbly turnips and strange-looking potatoes, delivered an ever-increasing number of organic veggie boxes to households round the country.

According to one industry estimate, the organic food market was worth more than £2bn in Britain last year and were it not for the recession might have continued to swell for years to come. Today, organically managed farms and estates account for 4% of all UK agricultural land. Despite our financial problems, and the expense of producing low-yield organic foods, it seems the nation still expects its food to be wholesome.

But last week, the movement’s image suffered a blow when the Food Standards Agency published a report that examined the different nutrient levels found in crops and livestock from both organic and non-organic farming. It also looked at the health benefits of eating organic food – and decided that there were none.

“Looking at all of the studies published in the last 50 years, we have concluded that there’s no good evidence that consumption of organic food is beneficial to health based on the nutrient content,” said Dr Alan Dangour, who led the review by the London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine.

These were harsh words and they went down like a slimy caterpillar on a lettuce leaf with the movement and its devotees. Letter writers to newspapers and columnists rushed to defend organic food while the Soil Association, the industry body that sets standards for organic farmers, attacked the FSA, describing its report as “limited”. It also criticised Dangour for not addressing the issue of pesticide toxin levels in non-organic food, a major issue for organic farmers.

Yet the report – for all its alleged flaws – is an important one. For a start, it is certainly not the work of dogmatic and intractably hostile opponents of the cause: “A cancerous conspiracy,” said one food writer. In fact, it raises key global issues.

The world is approaching an environmental crisis that will be triggered by food and water shortages, rising populations and climate change caused by our industrial activities: “A perfect storm,” according to the government’s chief scientist John Beddington. “Things will start getting really worrying if we don’t tackle these problems,” he said earlier this year.

Thus an analysis that raises concerns about how food is grown in this country is destined to be enlightening. After all, if organic food is no more beneficial in terms of nutrition than other, standard foodstuffs, why should we pay excessive prices to eat the stuff? Why devote more land to its production?

These are good questions to which the organic movement has clear answers. Their crops cut the danger of pesticide poisoning, improve animal welfare, increase biodiversity and help sustainability. Not a bad package. You may not get a carrot that makes you healthier when you pick an organic one, but at least you won’t be swallowing toxins and you will also help the environment. Practically and ethically, it sounds a good buy.

Well, up to a point. For a start, the idea that organic fruit and veg contain no harmful chemicals compared with non-organic produce is simply wrong, scientists argue. Certainly, there are pesticide residues in the latter but there is no evidence these are cumulatively harmful.

More to the point, organic crops – because they are untreated with chemicals – have correspondingly high levels of natural fungal toxins. Thus they balance out: artificial pesticide residues in non-organic crops, natural fungal toxins in organic. The only real difference is that the former are cheaper to grow – and this takes us to the heart of the issue, according to Professor Ottoline Leyser of York University.

“People think that the more natural something is, the better it is for them. That is simply not the case. In fact, it is the opposite that is the true: the closer a plant is to its natural state, the more likely it is that it will poison you. Naturally, plants do not want to be eaten, so we have spent 10,000 years developing agriculture and breeding out harmful traits from crops. ‘Natural agriculture’ is a contradiction in terms.”

And this is a critical point. The idea that natural is good and anything else is bad has become deeply rooted in society. Yet the belief is flawed, for it implies the living world exists merely to provide humans with bounteous amounts of produce. Nature is a shopping trolley created for our exploitation, in other words. But fields are not natural and crops are not natural. They are the end result of thousands of years of hard work and experimentation by human beings. And that is why agricultural produce is good for us today.

This point, stressed by Leyser, is important because of the organic movement’s hostility to agricultural innovation. Major changes are required in the ways we farm our nation. We need to cut our use of nitrogen fertilisers because their manufacture is linked to high carbon dioxide emissions and we need to play our part in limiting climate change. At the same time, we need to improve food production in Britain as the nation’s population rises. Currently, there are around 61 million people living in the UK. By 2051, this figure is expected to reach 77 million: a large number of extra mouths to feed.

Turning to organic farming could help us deal with the former problem, given the restrictions it places on the use of artificial fertilisers, but that, in turn, would only cripple our ability to feed our swelling numbers – because of the low crop yields that would ensue.

One solution would be to turn to GM foods and to develop crops whose DNA has been altered so they fix their own nitrogen and so do not need large amounts of artificial fertilisers to maintain the high yields of foodstuffs we are going to need by the middle of the century. It is a sound idea. Yet it is anathema to the organic movement wedded, as it is, to its semi-religious belief that everything in nature is tickety-boo and everything that comes from the laboratory, or from years of careful experiment by men and women, is somehow tainted and must therefore be rejected.

This is a flawed vision of nature and one that is increasingly at odds with the nation’s needs. This does not mean to say that organic farming has no role to play in the stewardship of Britain. As Professor Jules Pretty of Essex University and a UN agricultural adviser says, the practice – with pesticide restrictions – has clearly been of benefit to the country in terms of maintaining biodiversity and encouraging animal welfare.

“However, there are plenty of standard farms that now score well on these issues,” he added.

Horizons are shifting, in other words, and the organic movement needs to think about moving on. It is only natural, after all.

• Robin McKie is science editor of the Observer

Friday’s Tattler

We had a great day yesterday. We left kind of early, but everyone was there on time. We boarded the bus about 8:30 and headed out through the beautiful countryside of Southwestern Indiana. It was green and lush as it usually is. We headed north east for a little over two hours and arrived at an interesting building in the middle of no place. The entrance to the cave was a very very steep hill which emptied out onto a little “whitewater” river that was flowing off the cave water. It was very pretty.

Then we moved toward the boats. The boats were flat bottomed and steered by some kind of battery operated system. There were not lights in the cave save the flashlights and some little boat lights. Each boat held about 16 people seated. The cave was not deep for adults, but for children, the water would have been dangerous. Everyone had a flotation pillow and our ratio for non swimmers was about one adult to one child.

We headed into a very very dark cave on the boat and went under some low hanging stalactites and cliff hangings. It was very scary at first, but everyone seemed to enjoy the excursion. We passed a lot of interesting rock formations, and our guide told us about several of them. We saw white blind fish and crayfish in the cave that live there.

We experienced “total” darkness and a huge echo and total silence. The combination of total lightless and soundless put me to sleep. I supposed at the time that my life is too filled with noise and visuals for total soundless and lightless to be anything but a body disturbance.

They told us the entire cave should be bright white inside, but because of the mud left by glaciers, it would always be mud covered. I would like to see what it looked like white.

We climbed back UP the hill after the cave tour and bought some rocks for our science collection. Then it was back on the bus to Martin County Forest. Miss Sandy eeny meenyied the four roads and we landed in a most wonderful sunless playground under a canopy of trees and we ate a nice picnic lunch and played on the playground. Miss Jenny, Emily’s mom, did some yoga moves for us and we all played with her trying to keep up. We have pictures later.

Our trip home was uneventful. Miss Judy won the sleeping lottery. There were 13 children asleep at Oakland City.

This would be something to do again next year if we had something else to do as well. Once you’ve seen this, unlike Mammoth, it has only one cave tour.

Have a brilliant weekend…