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10 Eggs in the Nest

Monday, June 28th, 2010

Duck Eggs

Gabriella, our female welsh harlequin duck is sitting on ten eggs at the moment. We noticed that shed been around less frequently at the beginning of June. So we quietly followed her one day and sure enough watched as see crept onto her nest hidden within some brambles and ferns near the river.

I think ducks have an incubation period of about 28 days so will look forward to what happens at the end of the month. Some friends in the village have already put their name forward as potential foster parents. There will be a strict inspection process naturally.

Jul 06th, 2010 | By admin | Category: Farm News

A quick update on our ducks:
Welsh Harlequin Chick
7 out of the 10 eggs that Gabriella our Welsh Harlequin Duck has been sitting on have hatched successfully. She kept them in their nest for a day before all venturing out this morning to the pond. The last duckling needed a little bit of help to catch up so we’ve brought him in for a while to keep warm next to the aga. We’re all very exited as you can imagine, Del included.

Royal Welsh, Small Holder and Garden Festival

Monday, June 1st, 2009

Lamas at the Royal Welsh Small Holders Fair

We escaped from the farm last week to go to the ‘Small Holders Fair’ which is held every year in Builth Wells on the Royal Welsh Show ground. We don’t get a chance to go to the Royal welsh itself as it’s held in late July. A busy time for us. So the Small Holders Fair provides a welcome alternative.

It’s a great fair and I can highly recommend it. We loved looking at all the pedigree sheep cows and pigs, but our favorites this year were the Alpacas. Very cuddly. I was also tempted into the poultry auction which was being held on the day we were there. 30 minutes and a couple of nods of the head later I was the proud owner of 5 Quail hens. I wasn’t entirely sure how much I paid when the hammer went down. So I was relieved to find that my winning bid was £5 each. Bargin! We managed the journey home with the help of a cardboard box. But at 11pm I was still putting the finishing touches on a hastily constructed coup.

I think the design worked quite well and would probably also suit two or three hens. So I’ve made a note of the steps I took as well as the rough sketches in case anyone would like to copy them. I’m sure the design can be improved on, but it might help as a starting point for people.

Chicken Coup Build Instructions >>

Quail From the Small Holders Fair in Builth Wells

Troy and Gabriella, Two Welsh Harlequin Ducks

Tuesday, May 12th, 2009

Welsh Harlequin Ducks, Troy and Gabriella

We have two new arrivals at the farm. A pair of Welsh Harlequin Ducks. I let the children choose their names. Hoping they might come up with something traditional and welsh sounding. Rhiannon and Llywelyn perhaps. They quickly settled for Troy and Gabriella of course. Never mind. According to Wickipedia, the breed was first established back in the 1940’s by a farmer from Criccieth which is nice as Criccieth is only 20 miles up the road from us.

Anyway, they seem to have settled in well. Trotting quite happily to the stream every morning and returning promptly to their coup at dusk. The female however, is only laying occasional at this stage. I’ll keep you informed.

Our border collie, Dell, scrutinizes the new arrivals

Dry Stone Wall Building

Saturday, September 27th, 2008

Dry Stone Wall Building

Spent a very pleasant afternoon in the sunshine yesterday repairing a hole, or ‘bwlch’ in welsh, in one of the miles of dry stone walls we have here on the farm. Snowdonia is covered with a network of dry stone walls dividing farms into separate fields.

Many of the stone walls here at Byrdir are especially impressive as the farm used to be used to grow crops for a nearby estate called Gors Y Gedol. The crops were of particular value naturally and had to be well defended from the sheep that were farmed in the surrounding fields. So our walls are slightly taller than most and are particularly well built on their outer faces.

If anybody fancies a go at dry stone building by the way, please let me know when you book and we’d be more than happy to show you the basics in exchange for your help.

Gods, Governments and Tescos

Monday, September 8th, 2008

Eirlys and some of the calves. Foel Ddu and cwn bychan in the background.

Who’d be a farmer? Not me, perhaps. The problem with farming, in this small part of North Wales at least, is that so much of it is out of our hands. We seem to live and die by the will of the gods, governments and Tesco.

BSE, foot and mouth, bird flu, blue tongue; all of them have affected or will potentially affect our farm’s profitability. But none of these problems, as far as I can see, were of our doing. The foot and mouth scare did not affect us directly but the restrictions on movements and more importantly the loss in consumer confidence affected the profits of every beef farmer. But I’d argue that the problem was in now way a result of mismanagement by us or any other small farmer. Indeed, the strain of Foot and Mouth found at a Surrey Farm in 2007 was a strain used in vaccines and not usually found in animals. It was a strain that was being used at nearby Institute for Animal Health however. But no connection has been proved of course.

The emergence of BSE or mad cow disease has been attributed to British cattle feed producers using animal bi products in their feed, or nuts as we call them. 5 years ago I’m not sure I’d have been certain what an animal byproduct was let alone whether it was in the nuts we were giving our cows every winter. We buy cattle feed from the local agricultural suppliers and have done for decades. There’s a choice of two different brands, one in a green bag, one in a brown bag. That’s it, no ‘without animal bi products’ option, no ‘will not cause BSE’ option. As small farmers are we really expected to research the practices of the feed producers and how they manufacture their products? To date 179,000 cattle have been infected and 4.4 million slaughtered. Variant CJD has killed 163 people in Britain, and 37 elsewhere. “Brown bag or green bag Mr. Small Farmer?”

The bluetongue virus is the latest terror on the horizon. Down to global warming and migrating midges this time. But don’t worry, the kind people at the Institute of Animal Health in Surrey are working on a vaccine. God help us.

And what ever happened to bird flu. I thought H5N1 was going to kill us all. Perhaps the tabloids will get back to reporting the immanent extinction of the human race once the latest episode of Big Brother is over. But is bird flu our fault? Other than training our two chickens to run for cover if they see migrating geese what else were we supposed to do? In case you are worried however, the feared pandemic is now less likely than previously believed. It’s because our glycans are umbrella shaped and not cone shaped apparently. But I guess that doesn’t sell newspapers.

The small farmer is also vulnerable to the wills and whimsies of our leaders in Brussels. Our farm depends on subsidies. Naturally, there are many arguments against these hand outs and I often find it hard to justify receiving them. The Common Agricultural Policy (CAP) was born out of our insecurities following the Second World War and I guess the initial principles set out at that time still make sense.

1. to increase productivity, by promoting technical progress and ensuring the optimum use of the factors of production, in particular labour;
2. to ensure a fair standard of living for the agricultural Community;
3. to stabilise markets;
4. to secure availability of supplies;
5. to provide consumers with food at reasonable prices.
1957 Treaty of Rome

We’ve experienced subsidies based on production, livestock count, fixed price and quotas, acreage, environmental land management, specific improvement projects and so on. All carefully thought out no doubt, but it’s the inconsistency which is unbearable. The current system, ‘single farm payment’, offers a fixed amount of cash based on historic figures of livestock and land made in 2005. But this structure is due to be revised in 2013 making it very difficult to make any long term financial decisions and investments.

As small farmers in the UK it’s also questionable how much we actually benefit from these subsidies. The excellent farmsubsidy.org website reports how in the UK, 80% of payments go to the top 28% of farmers. A little better than the average EU 80-20 split. These figures look even worse from the other end of the scale where the bottom 70% of farmers share just 8% of the money. Added to this the UK only receives 9% of EU CAP spending compared to France’s 22% and Germany and Spain’s 13% each. If you consider that these large farms in other European countries are our competitors, perhaps we’d be better off with out the subsidies. But it’s like a drug, we’re addicted, we flinch at the inclinations of our dealer and the thought of going cold turkey terrifies us.

Then there’s Tescos. I know Sir Terry Leahy, Tesco’s chief executive isn’t evil. I’m sure he has good and high morals. As does the boss of Asda, Morissons and Safway no doubt. But it’s the corporate domination of our food supply that I object to. No matter what their advertising slogans might say, their overriding responsibility is to their shareholders. Faceless investment organizations and pension funds, who in turn are only interested in the bottom line. “From where should we buy our products?” “How much should we pay our suppliers?” “What production methods should we insist on?” Their answers depend on how the bottom line is affected.

Some would argue that it’s up to the consumer to influence these decisions. To stop buying chickens that have been bred in appalling conditions or lamb that’s been flown from the other side of the world or meat produced in countries where health and safety is non existent. But the problem is we’ve been persuaded that food is a commodity, and the cheaper the better. We’ve been brainwashed by these corporations that price is the most important consideration when shopping for food. Every tv ad, billboard and flyer shouts out, “look how cheap our food is!”, “shop here for less!” etc. We don’t have this same preoccupation with other goods like cars, clothes or televisions however. Here, excellence is often an important consideration. Yet surely nothing influences our quality of life more than our health. And nothing influences our health more than the food we eat. I’m not preaching from on high by the way. I too tend to search out the cheapest food in the supermarket, have grown used to spending less than £3 for a chicken. And yet I just spent a small fortune on expensive sun glasses. What’s that about?

Perhaps we’d be more discerning if we knew exactly where our food came from, how it was produced and by whom. But again the dominance of supermarkets at the expense of smaller independent retailers has put a huge barrier between supplier and consumer. Unfortunately I’m skeptical of the various labels that have been devised to reassure us. Free range, organic, farm assured etc. What I’d really like is to know is that my tomatoes were grown by John and packed by his daughter Carys at their farm near where my cousin lives. And that the pork I eat was reared and butchered at Hill Top Farm near that hotel where we stayed last year. Things like that, but the corporate ethos and mass selling of the food we eat make this type of relationship impossible.

And my conclusion? No matter how hard we work, no matter how well we run our farm, no matter what decisions we make, ultimately, the gods, government and Tesco will decide our fate. But while they ponder, I will keep walking the fields, keep looking up at the mountains and down to the sea. Every day I will count my blessings that I live on a farm.

Louise and the girls leaning on a gate looking towards Braich and the Mawddach Estuary

De Horning Calves

Thursday, August 21st, 2008

Cauterizing the growth ring or horn bud of a newly born calf

We’ve had two new born calves this month. Not all of them planned pregnancies if I’m honest. One of our cows is a little promiscuous and escaped into the bull’s field a little earlier than we planned. I blame the parents myself!

The picture above shows how we stop the cows growing horns by cauterizing the growth ring or horn bud. This is done while their still young and before the horn has had a chance to attach to the skull. The calf is first injected with a local anesthetic so although the process doesn’t look or smell very nice the calf doesn’t seem to feel too much pain. Most farmers favor de horning their cows as it limits the obvious danger posed to handlers and other cows.

Shearing

Friday, June 27th, 2008

1 down, 199 to go.

We sheared all of our sheep last week. Bennet, a friend from Harlech, was kind enough to come over to help do the shearing. A tough job on a hot sunny day. I know I wouldn’t have the skill or the stamina to do it.

We don’t get paid much for the wool these days. The money we do get from the local depot just about covers the cost of hiring two helpers on the day. But it’s an essential process as it prevents the seep from overheating during the hot summer months and getting infected by flies and other bugs. Sheep aren’t Louise’s favorite topic at the moment. She was “run over” whilst protecting her roses by a couple of stray sheep who had jumped the cattle grid at the end of our lane. She’s still limping now, but I suspect she’s after a bit of sympathy.

Manicure

Thursday, May 29th, 2008

Manicure for Jonsie

We gave Jonesi, our welsh black bull, a quick manicure today. Not the usual nail scissors and buffing brush job however. Rather a quick wiz round each hoof with an angle grinder. He finds it a bit upsetting to be in the cattle crush naturally, but the actual trim doesn’t hurt at all.

We’re rather desperate for rain here on the farm at the moment. It’s been astonishing to hear reports of flooding to the north and south of us while we haven’t seen as much as a drizzle. We had strong winds for a number of days but no rain whatsoever.

Growing Up Fast

Wednesday, May 14th, 2008

Del chasing a Frisbee

Dell’s growing up fast. She’s a lot bigger these days but still as energetic which makes it a bit harder to control her. I’ve started taking her with me when I go for my morning jog. It’s working out well. She’s staying at my heel even when I run through fields of sheep and lambs.

With the recent hot weather we’re quite busy with the B&B guests already. I’m a little worried that I won’t have enough time to introduce her to sheep next month as planned. It may have to wait until we get a little quieter again in September.

Eirlys Enjoys the View

Friday, May 9th, 2008

Eirlys enjoys the view

The picture above is Eirlys, our Welsh Black / Solair cross. Her calf, the black one at her heal, is called Eira (welsh for snow, it was snowing when she was born). The cows are all out of the cowshed now and enjoying the fresh new pasture. The hedgerows and the whitethorn are in flower, all the birds a busy finding food for their new chicks, It’s a great time to be on the farm. A pair of red kites are frequent visitors these days and a sparrow hawk made a brief appearance in our back garden on Tuesday. An impressive sight, but not good news for the young chicks perhaps.

I suspect there’s more new growth on the Oak than the Ash trees at the moment. ‘Oak before Ash only a splash’ would have us believe that it should be a dry summer. The weather this week has certainly been glorious.