Pondering Farm Life

As I sit here this afternoon, silently thankful the rain/snow has stopped, I am pondering farm life. Make no mistake, I love it here. I have always had a love for the country, for being close to the land. Even in the city, I relished that contact with the Earth, growing as much food as I could for my family, creating my Urban Jungle, and giving back by stirring in the compost.

It’s different, out here. It’s wide open, and beautiful. My closest neighbour is a 1/4 mile away. We have the pleasure of having the horses here at home with us. It’s a lot of work, but they are worth it. We have wildlife that we see every day…from the geese, ducks and swans, to the skunks, coyotes, foxes and the eagles. Sadly, we’ve lost a barn cat or two to the predators, but it’s farm life.

If our young miss Fiona doesn’t produce litters of kittens, we’ll be looking for a few more cats, to replace our lost ones. We are surrounded by grain fields. Grain fields means rodents. Now, yes, we could just put out poison for the rodents, but…stop and think for a moment about who else eats rodents. Our 80 acres is part of a larger ecosystem, one that we have to be mindful of, because things we do here, can have far-reaching, long-lasting effects.

We have foxes, coyotes, hawks, eagles…all eat rodents. If we put down poison to get rid of the rodents, we are killing the natural predators too. Add to that, it puts the cats we do have at risk as well.

Instead we have more cats. Means we have to have a little more cat food for the winter months, when hunting is leaner, but, it also means we are not poisoning the ecosystem, by introducing poison into the rodent population.

To me, and, I think, the rest of the family, this is an important thing. We’re Stewards of this land. Yes, we bought it, we own it, but really, in the grand scheme of Life, we’re Stewards.While we use this land for our own needs, we have a responsibility to not damage it, or the original inhabitants…the animals. We may hunt here, but we take only what we will use, and no more.

It is not our job to drive out the wildlife, in order to have a comfortable life here-or really, anywhere. It is our responsibility to learn to live in Harmony with the wildlife, and with the land. Human lives are so short, we have no business forcing the world around us to get out of our way, just because we want to live somewhere.

Harmony at the feeder.

Harmony at the feeder.

After all, Harmony is a beautiful thing!

Linking to Farm Girl Friday and From the Farm



5 thoughts on “Pondering Farm Life

  1. Isobel Anderson says:

    Thanks Wolf Song for this beautiful piece. A feeling of stewardship believed by many of my friends. It is so well written. Have a great time with your family and extended family. Isobel.


  2. Elizabeth says:

    I really enjoyed reading this post. Thank you for giving me a moment of peace in an otherwise chaotic day.


  3. Lady Locust says:

    I couldn’t agree more – that we are simply stewards, not only of our land, but of earth. Just where does all the garbage from LA and NYC end up? As for kittens, give the local vet a call. Folks have a tenancy to dump them at vet offices. If they don’t have any, they can usually point you in the right direction without the hassle of paying for them at the humane society.
    I just found your blog so now will nose around through older posts:)


  4. Toosh says:

    It’s good to be reminded of a broader sense, and wider scope, of being here on Earth. You love your macro, yet you capture a satellite philosophy. What a great friend and mentor and steward. Proud family!
    I imagine the sense of sound has been heightened out on the farm. That is very intuitive and brings another level of knowledge to what’s going on around you. Amazing. And it hasn’t even been a full year of Harmonizing yet!
    More barn cats-that just means more pictures of wonderful expressive fur! Weee!!


  5. gail says:

    my yard has been chemical free for 30 years. every year there are more perienniels and less grass. also more birds and butterflies.


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