Thursday, August 30, 2018

The Ridiculous Extravagance of Being Paid Fairly: In Defense of Supply Management


I read the most horrifying thing today.  I call it a “thing” because to call it what I want to call it would be crossing lines I would rather not cross.  For the sake of clarity, let us call it a “sentence.”  This sentence was the first in an opinion column written by Mr. Mark Bonokoski of the Edmonton Sun.  It appeared in today’s paper (August 30, 2018).

I am not familiar with Mr. Bonoski’s work, as I do not read his column on a regular basis.  The only reason I read it today is because I couldn’t find my copy of the Alberta Farmer, and I needed something to occupy me during my coffee break.  The large headline, “Dairy Dilemma,” caught my attention.

The following is the first sentence of an article written by someone who is either highly ignorant, or writing with such sarcasm that what he actually wants to say is obscured:

“If Justin Trudeau wants to finally be seen wearing his big boy pants, and not be seen through the lens of Donald Trump as being inherently “weak,” he will kill the supply management scheme that has dairy farmers unconcerned about ever having to downgrade their Cadillacs.”
By the time I got through that much of the article I was boiling mad.  The author went on to complain about artificially high milk prices that are produced by supply management.  I won’t waste my time trying to counter that argument.  Farmer Tim and Creekside Dairy on Facebook both do a far better job of explaining why supply management is key to keeping both supply and price stable, and how it allows farmers to get a fair and reasonable price for their product.

I’m not going to throw a bunch of statistics or anecdotes at you to illustrate the dire straits dairy farmers in other nations face because they don’t have or have dismantled a supply management system.  You can learn about that for yourselves. 

Today, I want to tell you the three reasons why that sentence matters to me.

1.       Mr. Bonokoski just attacked my friends without reason.

I have several friends and acquaintances who are dairy farmers, both in my home county, and from other Canadian provinces, east and west.  These people are decent, hardworking folks.  They do not provoke fights.  They are not mobsters or “toughs” in some “dairy cartel.”  They sacrifice their time, money, health, social lives, and even family time to produce nutritious milk for consumers.  They are not schemers.  They are not ridiculously wealthy.  They are not heroes.  They are ordinary people, who work hard to support their families and communities.  Mr. Bonokoski, how dare you attack them?

With news of rising farmer suicides across the country, and indeed the world, due to the insane amounts of stress we encounter, would our government put an additional burden on my friends in the dairy industry?  Will my friends be the next to crumble under the stress of consistently producing milk at a loss and requiring government subsidies to stay afloat?  Is it so wrong for my friends to want to be paid fairly?  Is it wrong for me to want my friends to do well in their chosen fields?

2.       My home county is directly affected by a supply-managed dairy system.

In my first semester of agricultural school, I was required to take a class that gave us a general overview of Canadian agriculture.  I remember almost nothing from that class, but I do remember that on the day we looked at the Alberta dairy industry I learned that my county, the County of Barrhead, is home to one of the major dairy centers in the province.  I always knew we had dairy farmers around, but I didn’t know we had so many of them!

Why does that matter?  I’ll tell you why.  I live in an area that has an economy based on agriculture.  Like it or not, when the farmers suffer, we all suffer.  Between wet springs that delayed planting, wet autumns that hindered harvest, and hailstorms in between, the past few years have been bad for the crop farmers.  This year, a drought and lack of feed are making things difficult for the beef farmers.  And now our dairy farmers are watching in horror as our neighbours to the south demand the dismantling of the one thing that ensures they get paid fairly. 

Is it selfish of me to want my home county to do well economically?  Probably.  But I’m not writing this post as a moral or informative piece.  I’m telling you why that sentence made me angry and this selfish reality is one reason.

3.       Dairy farmers don’t drive Cadillacs.

I’m sure there are a few dairy farmers out there who have a Cadillac.  Everyone saves to be able to have a little something nice.  Some people like nice cars and there is nothing inherently wrong with owning a Cadillac.  That said, I personally do not know of any dairy farmer who drives a Cadillac (or anything remotely close).  Mr. Bonokoski is perpetuating the lie that dairy farmers are some big fat cats who are only in it for the profit, as if dismantling the supply management system would immediately cut the price of milk in half and put those uppity so-and-so’s in their place.  

That is not the case.  Just like all farmers, dairy farmers work hard for everything they have.  All they ask, all any of us in a production industry ask, is to be paid fairly for the product we produce.  Supply management allows dairy and poultry farmers the ridiculous extravagance of being paid fairly.  Other producers are not always so fortunate.

Mr. Bonokoski, I know we need a reasonable trade deal with the United States, but is it really necessary to take away the luxury of a fair paycheck from any portion of the population, no matter how small?

Do dairy farmers care?  I think they do.
https://picryl.com/media/more-milk-for-victory-a-filmstrip-prepared-by-the-fsa-farm-security-administration-16


Wednesday, August 1, 2018

The Day the Bull got a Pedicure

Hi there!  My name's Charger and I'm one of herd bulls here at Ehrenholz Farms.  I'm actually the favourite herd bull.  Seriously, you should see my offspring.  They're the top calves in the pasture!  No other bull even comes close to being as highly respected as I am by the farmers.


Hold on...  Some yearling just informed me that his daddy, Ol' Charlie, is actually the favourite.  Kid, I don't care if your daddy has the temperament of Ferdinand.  I'm the best bull around here!  Now go away; I'm trying to talk to the humans.

Sorry about that.  There will always be deniers.

Anyhoo, I've been here for a little over a year and have quickly risen to the upper ranks of the bulls.  My calves are awesome.  My form is splendid.  My temperament is perfectly fine.  I have never given the farmers a single moment of worry.  Until recently, that is.

You see, I was hanging out with my herd in the north pasture, where there's a bunch of muskeg and I may have been showing off a little (hey, the ladies like to be impressed) and I sort of stepped on a sharp stick.  I'm no wimp, but that hurt!  To make matters worse, the wound got a little infected and formed an abscess, so I limped a little.  The limp was barely perceptible.  Don't you be letting the four-eyed farmers tell you they saw me limp from across the field!  They had a lucky guess, okay!

Well, my farmers, they're pretty decent as far as humans go, so they brought me up to the yard and put me in with the yearlings for a few days until they could take a good look at my foot.  When they did, they didn't see the puncture wound (I hide my pain well - it's part of my charm).  What they did see was that my toes on that foot were overlapping a bit.  The younger farmer had the gall to say I had scissor hoof!  Ladies and gentlemen, only cattle with poor foot conformation get scissor hoof.  As I already told you, my form is splendid.

Obviously I was insulted, but then they started talking about maybe having to sell me, or at least not keeping any of my daughters in the herd.  Can you imagine!  If I were a lesser bull - which I am NOT - then of course there would be no question of whether such actions would be necessary.  I'm not ignorant of reality.  Lesser bulls don't get second chances and poor feet automatically put a bull in a low position.  But like I said, I'm not a lesser bull.

My farmers, as I already mentioned, are pretty decent, so they figured they'd give me a chance and take me to the hoof trimmer.  A few days later they loaded me onto the trailer and off we went.  The last time I was on a trailer, I came to live at my farm, so I figured wherever I was going would be okay.  I also had never had my hooves trimmed before, so I was totally unaware of the gross indignity that awaited me.

I'll spare you the more tedious details, but when we arrived, I was moved into a chute that seemed pretty normal, a lot like the one at home where the farmers put me to check my foot.  The next thing I knew, a sling had closed under me and the entire structure - with me in it - was being tipped up on its side!  I was horrified!  I couldn't move!  My best chance was to try to kick my way out.  I struggled a bit, but then the hoof trimmer tied each of my feet to the sides of the structure!  It didn't hurt, but really, you'd think there would be a more dignified way of doing things.  I mean, if you don't want me to kick you, then stay away from my feet!


There was no way out and I knew struggling was useless.  I lay there and waited for whatever would come next.  The big guy that had tipped me up and tied my feet started scrapping the mud off the bottom of my hooves.  Next, he picked up a grinder and used it to file away bits of my hoof.  I didn't like the noise, but I couldn't really feel it (I'm told humans have things like hooves on their fingers, called fingernails, if that helps you get the idea of what was happening).

After he had trimmed my hooves, he showed the farmers my puncture wound, which they hadn't seen before.  He also had the nerve to call me a baby for being sensitive to the pain when he poked at it.  I bet he wouldn't be brave enough to try that if I wasn't all tied up!

I guess the guy wasn't so bad, because he also told my farmers that they shouldn't be worried about keeping any of my calves because my feet are just about perfect (I told you so!).  The only reason my hoof grew kind of weird was that the ground had been so soft last year from all the moisture, so the hoof didn't wear down evenly.  I can't believe my farmers were so panicky about it.  You'd think they'd never had a bull with real scissor hoof before.

Oh... Apparently they haven't.

Well, as the hoof trimmer was showing my farmers just how awesome my feet are, he suddenly noticed something he hadn't seen before.  He took his hoof knife and started cutting away at my hoof.  Again, it didn't hurt, until he poked the abscess that none of them had seen up until that point.  Finally my limp was justified!

The guy cut away almost the whole hoof on that toe, leaving only a ridge on the outside edge for me to walk on.  I have to balance a bit more on the other toe now, but with the hoof gone, there's nothing to rub on the abscess (which is not nearly as bad as it could have been) and it'll heal up soon and I can get back to my herd!

For now, though, I'm stuck hanging out with these goofy yearlings.  As for my hoof, it'll grow back soon.