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Home on the Range

If you met Chris Wujek on a mountain trail, your attention would immediately go to his companions: 2 Llamas, 22 Goats, 4 Sheep and a Yak. Technically these are “pack animals” which are allowed to graze on trails and certainly do, but more realistically, this is a coherent group that depends on each other for survival. They follow Chris without being tied with ropes or being fenced at night. During the summer months and into early fall, goat milk provides the majority of the daily calories. Wild vegetables including onion, nettle, biscuitroot, and yampa are cooked with milk over a fire. Fruits, nuts, grains, and berries are eaten fresh and dried for winter use. Chris can live for months on the trail without packing much more than some simple camp gear and spices for himself as well as salt and kelp for the herd. But he loves coffee and wheat more than he should, so some extras usually come along, especially if he’s close to town.

Surviving in this style is human tradition going back thousands of years. Doing it with animals whose ancestors come from around the globe is a more modern twist. Each animal has a role to play. The toughest characters in terms of what they will eat and how long they can go without water are the llamas. A member of the camel family, llamas can extract more nutrition from their feed than even the thrifty goats or sheep. The yak prefers grass but will eat in a similar matter to the goats, eating Oregon Grape, young fir bark and needles, and dry grass seed heads when more palatable forage is covered with snow. Goats are the least hardy of the animals because of their lack of wool, but are the most personable and curious. Ironically, the llamas are afraid of the goats and given the chance, will stay at the back of the pack train while the goats stay right behind Chris. Llamas are also the most protective of the group when it comes to warding off predators. So bringing up the rear while Chris is in front suits their role.

Chris’s role is much more than meets the eye. He picks out prime places to graze and camp. Although he doesn’t carry a gun, he protects the herd. Cougars have killed a couple of his goats but he also drove off a cougar by throwing an apple at it. He kept the carcass of one goat for himself, the other went to the cougar. Especially in cool weather, he can hang goat meat and eat off of it for some time. He has trained the herd to be wary of fire but also to take advantage of its warmth at night. He sleeps with the animals carrying only a felt blanket and a tarp for cover. He also has some chickens that ride in cages on the llamas when they travel, hang out around camp eating scraps, bugs etc. and roost in the trees at night. So you can add eggs to Chris’s diet.

While the role of plants feeding the herd is obvious, the benefit of the herd eating the plants is not. Deer eat down the Oregon Grape plants on my farm when the snow gets deep. But Oregon Grape is very tough. It bounces back in the spring, survives from just its roots when dug up and pops back in the forest after the ground is covered in wood chips. Similarly,  grass rebounds after being eaten but less so if eaten repeatedly. The nitrogen and other nutrients in animal urine and manure promote healthy soil and nutrient cycling.

He was not born into a nomadic herding family. He studied the lessons of Andre Voisin, Joel Salatin, Allan Savoy, and Greg Judy. Savory, a Zimbabwean ecologist and livestock farmer, originated the Holistic management system. His methods have helped to turn extensive acreages in Zimbabwe and other overgrazed desserts around the world into thriving grasslands that support large herds of livestock. Wujek did something similar to an overgrazed ranch near Umatilla, Oregon with a group of friends using rotational grazing. Rotational grazing is the practice of moving livestock between pastures (often called paddocks) as needed or on a regular basis. (Wikipedia) Over the course of 7 years Chris and his partners turned land that an agricultural agent had written off as having no legumes but a lot of houndstongue and poison hemlock (poisonous invasive species that the agent suggested be killed with herbicides) to a lush bottomland pasture. They did this by moving cows and sheep every day using two lines of electric polycord.

This experience gave Chris a keen sense of what animals would graze on in a given amount of time. In the right-sized paddock they will eat down thistle and other weeds. Too big a paddock leaves weeds behind, too small and you move animals twice a day. After they are moved, the grasses bounce back and eventually crowd out the weeds. Unfortunately bringing the ranch back to life also brought its value back higher in the real estate market. It was sold out from under the young herders.

Having experience is one part of the formula for surviving as a herder. Having the right animals is another. Chris likes long-haired cattle with significant horns, like Highland Cattle. They can protect themselves and ward off the cold. He wants to reduce the number of goats and increase the number of sheep for similar reasons. This is not an occupation that needs mountain trails to exist. Chris sees endless opportunities in the lowlands. Overgrazed and undergrazed land both exist in abundance. Animals are born on the trail from equinox to equinox so there is plenty of milk. But winter pasture without baled hay also works.

On private land, Chris deploys a solar-charged electric fence. This keeps the animals concentrated in an area, often just a fraction of an acre, so that they eat both the plants they like and those they don’t prefer but will tolerate. It also gives Chris a chance to attend to other business such as looking for a shepherdess.

The herd enjoys a wide variety of grass, shrubs, and trees (including the bark during the winter), Himalayan blackberries, all thistles, knapweed, and many more that Chris doesn’t know. Many toxic plants can be eaten in smaller amounts, including houndstongue, poison hemlock, and hoary alyssum. Nettles can be found in the right places at any time of year. Fiddlehead Ferns and Bracken Ferns are good for both herd and herder. Chris is familiar with a wide range of edible wild plants. For instance he collects Wapato, also known as “Indian Potato” from shallow waters of Lake Coeur D’Alene in Idaho by dancing barefoot in the water until the tubers rise to the surface. Biscuitroot, bitterroot and wild onions are all part of his meals seasonally. Groceries are not a big expense. He has a small truck and trailer to move his animals and a cell phone, but not much else.

From an environmental point of view, this is a fantastically good lifestyle, good for the health of the herd, the health of the land, the ecological economy and Chris’s personal health. But what struck me most dramatically about his work is how much he enjoys it. Chris is one happy dude. Living without a lot of media, money, possessions and projects really means that “seldom is heard a discouraging word” and you really can be at home on the range.

If you want to get in touch with Chris looking for animal management services, see resiliencelandcare.wordpress.com

Eulogy for Joseph Barreca Sr.

Preface: This is the eulogy that I gave on December 6th, 2019 at the funeral mass for my father, Joseph A. Barreca Sr.  I wrote it with the intent of speaking to and for my brothers and sisters but there were many more who came to the funeral because they also wanted to pay their respects.  I am grateful that they also thanked me for this eulogy and wanted access to a written copy.  I am especially grateful to the rest of my family for each contributing to that celebration and sharing the load that comes with the death of a loved one.

Introduction:

Thank you all for coming to help us celebrate the life of my father, Joseph Barreca Sr. I’m glad to be up here in the pulpit where I don’t need to worry about anyone throwing  tomatoes. But it also has nowhere to hide if I choke up while speaking.

The last time I spoke at an event like this was 10 years ago at Mom’s Memorial when I got up to say we all carry on her love of plants and animals in our hearts. This talk is a little like that.  We are carrying on for Dad.

Our Father loved his, his family, his faith, his food and singing, pretty much in that order. He would have totally loved to be here now.  And I’m sure he is.

Both Dad and Mom were part of what Tom Brokaw called the Greatest Generation.

They met at a time when the whole country united to fight a war. Dad loved participating in that and had faith that we would prevail.

Faith

Faith was a virtue that he had from an early age. As editor of the Pattonville High School paper in 1938 he encouraged readers to “not get out of step… keep two feet on the ground and two eyes toward the stars.”

A few years after the war with a law degree coming; one child born and more on the way he renewed his commitment to the Catholic Church. Ironically none of his children are practicing Catholics today. But that doesn’t mean that we have left his values behind.

Dad was a man of the Catholic Faith.  But he considered himself more of an Evangelical Catholic and belonged to the Full Gospel Businessmen.  It didn’t bother him that the two belief systems were not exactly the same. A favorite song that I sang with him in an Indian village near Oaxaca in 1988 was

It Ain’t Necessarily So

Jonah he lived in a whale
So goes the Bible Tale
The things that you’re liable
To read in the Bible
It ain’t necessarily so

I think that often faith is assumed to be the same as belief.  Although we don’t all believe everything Dad believed, we have faith that the world is basically good; that the sun will come up in the morning; that living beings eventually die and that humans don’t write the laws of nature.


Hope

Whether it came from his faith or fostered it, Dad was incredibly optimistic.  The cup was not half full for him.  It was overflowing.  He always hoped for and expected better things for himself and his family. My daughter April told me of a saying by Charles Swindoll: “Life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I react to it.” One of his favorite Bible sayings was “God has not given us a spirit of fear.”

Throughout his earning years Dad hoped for a better life for his children and made that a reality by sending us all through college. He hoped that Marc would become a judge and he did.  He hoped that I would become a priest and I didn’t.  I’m sure that he prayed for both outcomes and accepted them both equally.

You often get those two together, hope and prayers.  I think that muddies the waters.  Hope is embedded in action.  If you lose hope, you give up.  Prayer is more like bargaining. “I’ll give up chocolate for Advent and pray that my credit cards are paid off.”  It voices our desires. Buddha attributed all suffering to desire. It’s hard and probably not even helpful to not have desires but with pure hope, prayer would sound more like: “God, lay it on me! I know I don’t call the shots.”

Dad never gave up hope and neither do his children

Children: Joe, John, Jeff, Jeannette, Rosalie, Marc, Anita

Love

Another one of Dad’s favorite bible quotes is “God is Love.” Even when he was no longer working at an office, Dad was working at love. His total devotion to taking care of Mom in her dying days is a good example of that.  Making sure to call each of us once a week is another.

Love is often equated with charity.  Dad was big on charity.  He gave generously to charitable causes.  For years he took day-old donuts that bakeries gave him to shelters on First Avenue.  That probably contributed to his diabetes in later years and it points to a fundamental pitfall with charity.  The recipients often get the impression that they are lesser people; that the folks doing the donating are feeling like they are the hands of God.  Charity can backfire.

Love is more about accepting and enjoying people for who they are, even if they are not like you or even like you would want them to be.  Dad loved people.  He had no problem meeting and greeting strangers.  That mostly went well but sometimes people were taken aback.  I think Dad passed that on to us too.  His kids feel that people are created equal.

The hardest people to love are those who don’t agree with us.  In his later years, Dad was one of those.  None of his children agreed with his politics. But we all loved him and knew that he loved us.

In St. Paul’s Epistle to the Corinthians, he writes:   
Love is patient, love is kind…

Love never fails…

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.  (It’s a long and beautiful passage that I’m sure you have all heard.)

We inherited from Dad the love in our hearts that we have for all kinds of people and with that love we are carrying on an old family tradition.

A Death in the Family

A lot of things happen when someone close to you dies that bring life into focus.  One is that things you were worried about or in this case intended to write about, were not all that critical.  Another is that writing is pretty safe and controlled compared to getting choked up and wanting to cry.  So this is a late, controlled and safe blog, but tomorrow is Wednesday and my 97 year old father won’t be calling me as he has done almost every Wednesday for the last year or more.  He died on Friday November 15th, 2019 at 12:30 in the afternoon.  I was there.

Joseph A. Barreca Sr. was quite a character.  You won’t really pick that up from his obituary.  Still it is worth reading.  (https://www.dignitymemorial.com/obituaries/seattle-wa/joseph-barreca-8933211) He and my mother Evelyn (Jones) Barreca were part of the “Greatest Generation”.  Each enlisted in different services from homes far from Palm Beach, Florida where they met.  The obituary is short.  The biography I wrote for Dad is longer, 170 pages. (https://barrecavineyards.com/Downloads/DadsBio.pdf)  Even then the African saying is true, “When an old person dies, a library burns.” 

Dad in middle of bottom row

My sister called him “Singing Joe”.  He loved to sing, mostly religious songs but often old songs like Jambalaya, In a Town in Old Missouri and My Blue Heaven.  Maybe that played a part in his passing.  My daughter, April, brother John, sister-in-law, Nancy and three people from hospice services were there.  He looked terrible.  I have pictures but won’t post them.  He was only half there really, his mouth open and his eyes staring blankly.  Rita, the same hospice worker who ushered my mother out in 2009 was there.  She warned us that the time was close. His breath was irregular, quick breaths, followed by no breath and then another series of gasps.

April called some family members and they spoke to him over the cell phone that April held up to his ear.  April and I each held a hand.

Unexpectedly, hospice provided a musician with a guitar.  (I wish I had asked his name.) He started singing a series of songs that included one of my mother’s favorites, I’ll Fly Away.  Dad’s breathing became smooth again.  No more gasping, just even breaths.  Toward the end he sang a song I had never heard called Higher Ground.

Musician and Rosemary

People keep on learnin’

Soldiers keep on warrin’

World keep on turnin’

Cause it won’t be too long

Powers keep on lyin’

While your people keep on dyin’

World keep on turnin’

Cause it won’t be too long

I’m so darn glad he let me try it again

Cause my last time on earth I lived a whole world of sin

I’m so glad that I know more than I knew then

Gonna keep on tryin’

Till I reach the highest ground…

I remember thinking how fitting that last line was.  Dad definitely worked hard at reaching higher ground.  After the song, a woman chaplain asked that we join her in reciting the Lord’s Prayer.  As soon as we finished, a hospice care-giver, Rosemary, got up and said she thought he had just passed away.  She tested his pulse in a couple of places and adjusted his head and covers.  It was very calm and peaceful. Dad was gone.

After some time in silent reflection, we realized that there were things to be done.  Phone calls went out. Arrangements were made.  Announcements were posted.  I remembered that Dad’s best friend toward the end was Richard Percival who lived in the same assisted living complex in a more self-sufficient area.  I went to tell him the news.  He was watching the impeachment hearings with captions on and no hearing aids in.  I wrote the message on a piece of paper.  He read it and started sobbing.  I held him for awhile and then got his hearing aids and walker so he could visit Dad one last time before the funeral home took his body away.

On the way back to Dad’s room I got a call from Donald Young, my mother’s sister Ruth’s son who lives back East.  He called with his condolences and we caught up a little on each other’s lives.  It seemed surreal.  Soon relatives from Sicily were mourning his death on posts in Facebook.

My three brothers, the wives of the two who live in Seattle, April and I had dinner together in The American Diner, owned by East Indian People in West Seattle.  We talked about the Seahawks, TV and movies.  Small talk. 

Then we walked back to my brother Marc’s house, got out some wine and got down to business.  In an hour or two we had divided up the work that needed to be done.  Judge Marc Barreca would handle the will; accountant Jeff the finances; manager Anita the obituary; genealogist Jeannette the announcements; artist Rosalie the music and eventually much more. John, Jeff, Marc and my sister Jeannette would start clearing his room. I would give the eulogy and assemble pictures for the reception.

This might seem remarkably smooth and organized given horror stories from other families.  It was.  I have a great family.  We get along well (mostly).  The burial, funeral mass and reception will be December 6th.

But it wasn’t the only death in the family.  On October 23rd my wife Cheryl’s sister-in-law called from Atlanta to tell us that she had just found out that Cheryl’s brother, Dennis Craig Pulver had died on November 17th 2013.  We don’t even know where.  We might learn more but if any Ancestry sleuth out there wants to take it on, we can tell them what we know.

Normally there would be a lot more about the vineyard and winery this time of year.  It’s almost fitting that other events have made talking about the harvest late because everything else about the harvest was late too.  It is nearly Thanksgiving as I am writing this and I am very thankful for the help I received at harvest from my friends, neighbors and wife Cheryl.  I’m not sure I have permission to put their whole names on the Internet, but I want to give a shout out to them anyway.

Thank you Amber for helping pick Lucie Kuhlmann grapes on 10/7; thanks to Joe G. for helping bring in a big field mix of Baco Noir and Léon Millot the next day; thank you Tom for help with the bountiful Baco on 10/11 and to Ty for even more Baco Noir on 10/14.  Tom chipped in again on the 16th for Maréchal Foch. And Cheryl brought in the late Lucie Kuhlmann on the 17th.

In all my wine making this year I have enjoyed using a new toy, a bladder press.  I know, it sounds like a sick old man joke.  But a bladder press uses water pressure from a hose to inflate a heavy duty rubber balloon inside a stainless steel perforated drum to press juice from grapes.  I’ll be using it for apple cider too.  It saves a lot of work and does a great job.  This year it was especially important because I wanted to get the juice away from the skins and seeds sooner than usual.

Wood (Pack) Rat

Another tool I am thankful for is a Havahart critter trap.  I enjoy the pine squirrels we typically have here (except for the one that ate all our filberts before they were ripe.)  But when some squirrels and a pack rat chewed their way into our storage shed, I had to draw the line.  I hope they find new digs miles away from here where I released them.  And I hope the old license plates I screwed down over their holes keep them out.

Thanks also to everyone who came to Cheryl’s big 70th surprise birthday party at the Backyard BBQ on November 21st .  Getting older is worth celebrating and having a lot of friends to celebrate with makes life worth living.  I hope you all have a lot to be thankful for too and that you have even more to celebrate in years to come.

Mushrooms in the Chips

The rains came and don’t show any sign of going away.  If you are anything like me, you noticed mushrooms popping up all over in this weather.  Since I have imported a lot of mulch into my vineyard over the last couple of years, I am seeing more and different mushrooms than ever before.  To understand these mushrooms I visited Joe Petrucelli who has done more with mushrooms on his farm, Lakeview Organics, than anyone else I could think of.

King Stropharia under Comfrey near apples

Joe told me last year that he had spread some wood chips from cottonwood trees in his orchard.  We looked over a swath of chips that had many different kinds of trees and plants in it. I noticed probably the biggest and healthiest clump of comfrey that I had ever seen.  Joe told me that it had grown back in just the last couple of weeks.  He had to cut it off because it was so tall previously that it was shading a young apple tree.  Some of the young trees, on this strip were so loaded with apples that they were bending to the ground.  Clearly this was a very fertile strip of land.

But if you looked at the ground itself, it was still covered in wood chips.  Grass and weeds were not filling in.  But mushrooms were popping up in many places.  Whatever was going on here was more than meets the eye.  And that is the basic mystery of mushrooms, they are the fruiting body of a network of mycelia, the vegetative part of a fungus, consisting of a network of fine white filaments (hyphae). (Oxford Dictionary) We mostly think of them as either edible or not, psychedelic or poisonous etc.  But in most ways they are the tip of the iceberg – so to speak – of a vast underground biochemical process that is transforming wood chips and other cellulose materials into the fertile ground we were seeing the results of on the surface.

So what exactly went on here?  Joe gave me a dried King Stropharia mushroom like many that were given to him.  To propagate it you first wet some corrugated cardboard.  That will loosen it up so you can peel back one layer.  Put the dried mushroom inside that layer and fold it back.  Then lay the cardboard on the ground and cover it with wood chips.  Keep it moist and the mushrooms will start to grow.  This was Joe’s technique laying down the chips.

You might not notice them at first since all the action is underground.  What you will notice is that if you lay this cardboard and mulch over quack grass and other weeds, they can’t grow back through it.  Joe put some 10” plastic lawn edging down in the ground around the outside of the cardboard/mulch layer in his garden to prevent the roots of the quack grass from creeping back in.  If you have ever tried to rid an area of quack grass by digging it up and sifting it out to plant a garden, the beauty of this solution will become immediately apparent.

Joe explaining fungus growth in a pile of wood chips and pine straw.

The beauty of the King Stropharia is not so immediate or totally unique, but there is a lot to know.  Not only is it delicious cooked in butter. The king stropharia can grow to 20 cm high with a reddish-brown convex to flattening cap up to 30 cm across, the size leading to another colloquial name godzilla mushroom. [The Complete Mushroom Book, Carluccio] It also is known for making a good companion to corn, partly because as a 2006 study, published in the journal Applied and Environmental Microbiology, found the king stropharia to has the ability to attack the nematode Panagrellus redivivus; the fungus produces unique spiny cells called acanthocytes which are able to immobilize and digest the nematodes. [Wikipedia]

So now we are getting in over our head – or more accurately – under our feet.  What do nematodes have to do with it?  Many of us just know of them as causing damage to crops, but again that is an extremely limited understanding.  There are about 40,000 species of nematodes, a kind of flatworm, that inhabit every area of the land and sea. “About 90% of nematodes reside in the top 15 cm of soil… Nematodes can effectively regulate bacterial population and community composition — they may eat up to 5,000 bacteria per minute. Also, nematodes can play an important role in the nitrogen cycle by way of nitrogen mineralization.” [Nyle C. Brady & Ray R. Weil (2009). Elements of the Nature and Properties of Soils]

Pine Bolette

As it turns out some nematodes can eat fungi, others can be eaten by fungi and others can eat other nematodes.  It goes on and on.  Not only King Stropharia but all mushrooms and apparently nematodes interact with the soil in multiple ways.

Wanting to stick to the role of fungus in the soil, I called USFS soil biologist Sarah Brame.  She confirmed that mycelium can stretch for miles under the forest floor.  Their super power is that they excrete enzymes that can break down the complex molecules in wood.  Bacteria can’t normally do that.  They release sugars which feed bacteria and when fungi die, they also become food for bacteria.  Fungi feed off of roots.  Sometimes this parasitic relationship is harmful to the roots.  But more often than not it is beneficial.  Mycrorrhizal fungi bring water, minerals and other nutrients to the root.  In exchange they get sugar manufactured in the leaves of the tree. [Mycorrhizal Fungi and Plants – NYBG.org]

About 30% of fungi are mycorrhizal and help roots do their job.  Not all fungi are mushrooms. [www.waldwissen.net]  Yeast is a member of the fungi family.  If you have made bread, wine or cheese, you have seen how quickly fungi spring into action with a little moisture and warmth.  But all mushrooms are fungi.  They can react quickly to soaking rain and moist mulch. So the next time you see mushrooms popping up don’t just think of them as a possible dinner.  They might be helping other possible dinners grow.

Summer is Gone

Two months and two weeks ago (July 20th) I posted my last blog about what is going on here.  The temperatures were up to 102° and the Williams Flat Fire, the biggest of the year, had just started.  Unfortunately life does not play out like the plot of a cheap novel.  There is no beginning, middle or end and no way to follow a consistent theme – though I usually try to do that.

9/3/2019 Northern Lights photo by an unknown local photographer (has nothing to do with rain or the rest of this blog).

Except maybe the theme is rain.  There was a LOT of that.  Within 2 weeks the Williams Flat fire was under control due to a heavy rainstorm.  From there it has been a downward spiral until Saturday September 28th, the coldest September Day since 1926.  Over 30 Inches of snow fell at higher elevations.  We got 4 inches of rain here that weekend.  The grape harvest was a month behind already because the grapes were just not building sugar in our live-in outdoor refrigerator.

So extreme measures are being taken to bring in the harvest and make wine.  (More about that later since I’m just trying to catch up with August and September.)

In early August I put up my bird nets as usual to beat the migration and discourage huge flocks from wiping out my grape crop.  We did have a few warblers, but not many.  I was relieved to see that the pileated woodpecker is back.  He (I’m assuming it is a he since he is colorful and makes a lot of noise) doesn’t get under the nets but pecks through them to get to the grapes after pretending to be interested in the wooden post he is sitting on.  Also he eats the whole grape and does not just poke a hole in them – inviting bees, flies, mold and vinegar. So no real harm done.   

There used to be lots of warblers and I bought lots of bird netting to keep them off the grapes.  But every year there seem to be fewer.  I am contemplating just letting them have some to keep their numbers up.  Another bird I love having around

is the cedar waxwing.  (This one obviously had a bit of an attitude.)  It learned to get in and out of the nets and didn’t really do any damage.  You can see in the picture that the grapes are far from ripe.

Other critters in the neighborhood include this cougar caught on a neighbor’s game camera.  I love how slinky it looks in this picture.

Of course you can’t talk about predators without mentioning bears.  So a local game camera struck again with a picture of one of our local bears.  So far we have not had trouble with this one, although it came up to visit earlier in the summer.  An orchard just above us keeps the bears at bay by disposing of spoiled fruit outside of the fences.  But in orchards further north of us there are piles of bear poop all over.  Bears can be very destructive if they climb the trees to get to fruit but if they are able to munch on windfalls and plants, they would rather stay on the ground.

Speaking of pesky scavengers, it has been an epic year for skunks.  You could hardly ever drive the 22 miles to Colville without passing one or two dead ones in the road.  Of course we have our own local one that digs holes at night for insects and occasionally must get excited and spray because we smelled it on a few nights.  I even saw it early one morning heading toward the house and was able to convince it (from a considerable distance) to go in another direction. 

All that was okay until the night of August 30th.   Cheryl woke up sensing that there was something in the house besides our cat and dog.  We leave the doors open at night in hot weather to cool off the house.  She spotted the skunk heading into the bathtub room with its tail high in the air.  We became very quiet and got back in bed.  Wisely our dog Gretchen stayed in the bedroom too although she did growl.  Not that we got any sleep.  But although we didn’t hear anything, by morning light the skunk was gone and “she” didn’t spray thank goodness. (Female skunks reportedly don’t smell as bad as males.) After that we put low barriers in the doorways and didn’t have problems.

Predators need prey and we have a big crop of fawns this year.  They are usually not much trouble since we have a high fence around the garden and vineyard.  They do consider flowers as candy so we have lost a few on that score.  Here they are checking out our old apple tree for downed fruit, or at least low hanging fruit.  But being too familiar with us might have been the downfall of one doe.  On the morning of Friday September 27th, both Cheryl and I smelled something dead when we went outside. I found a dead deer in the brush near our compost pile. I think it was Daring Doe. I got our neighbor Vern to help bury her with his backhoe. He thinks she was shot with an arrow in the gut and went there to die in what she felt was a safe place.  There was no doe season this year, so whoever shot this deer in the gut was doing it illegally.  If it was Daring Doe, she should have been more afraid and it would be partly my fault for not scaring her more.  

I have more stories of course about the night the cat brought 3 different mice into the house, and we had to catch two of them to get them out (She got one on her own), or the turkey invasion in the vineyard.  But enough critters for one blog.

There were a couple of other times that our neighbor Vern helped us out with his tractor.  One was in unloading a pallet of rotten (but non-GMO) feed that Red Bridge Farm gave me to add into compost.

Another was helping move a heavy mortar mixer onto a stand in my soil yard to mix compost for the vineyard and for potting plants.

There will be more about that later.  I still have a few stations to add to the soil yard to make it fully functional.

What I am not able to do right off is write about everything that happened in the last two months without taking another two months to do it.  So this is a wrap for August and September. 

Chips in the Woods

Most of us are very glad that this year’s fire season has been relatively mild.  But if you are a member of a fire-fighting crew like Alan McKee and his Northern Columbia Reforestation team, it’s been a tough year financially.  Fire Fighting pays well, is recognized as necessary, is regulated to provide sustainable working conditions and gets a lot of attention.  To stay employed and productive while not fighting fires, the crew pooled resources to equip themselves for forestry management.  A lot of their work involves forest restoration and fire protection and often boils down to thinning overstocked forest stands, chipping up those smaller diameter trees (up to 8 inches) and broadcasting the chips back on the forest floor.

The chipper crew at work

While this might sound like fun in a noisy macho go-getter kind of way, it is hard work, needs serious ear protection and wears down your body.  The crew is younger, 20-40 years old.  (Of course at my age, 72, almost everyone seems younger.)  The equipment is expensive to own and operate.  Most of the projects are either on government land or subsidized through government cost-share arrangements on private land.  So funding can be minimal and difficult to obtain.

Timber markets are down “In the second half of fiscal 2018…shipments swamped the market, plunging prices by 50 per cent…The outcome is that higher-cost mills in western North America have been curtailing production to contend with below-cost prices.” (woodbusiness.ca). This makes timberland owners more reluctant to plow money back into increasing production.  In short, it’s been hard to stay chipper while chipping.

On the up side, chipping is very good for the forest.  Most land owners will look at it as fire prevention. Spacing trees 14 feet apart on average, cutting off limbs up to 8 feet above the ground and spreading out green wood chips on the ground does make it unlikely that a fire will reach the crowns of the trees and spread rapidly in the wind.  Having an open forest floor makes fighting fires much easier. 

But there are many other advantages.  The chips retain moisture in the ground and promote the growth of soil-enhancing microbes and fungi.  The spacing lets big trees accumulate more water and sunlight which “releases” them to grow bigger and faster. 

Forest Ecologist Jay Berube, explained to me that historically big pine trees were spread thinly over a typical acre and the underbrush was kept in check by frequent fires burning up pine cones and needles every 5 to 10 years.  He had his property thinned and the debris chipped 3 years ago.  Before that you could not see through the woods more than a few feet.  Now you can see hundreds of feet. 

Ground after chips are spread

Considering the historic forest in terms of diversity and vitality Jay noted that mule deer, elk and moose could see a long ways and roam easily through a historically open forest.  As timber was clear-cut or burned and grew back thicker, smaller white-tailed deer became predominant.

When I first heard about Alan McKee and his chipper, it was described as chipping up slash piles.  I thought this would be a great thing.  We have all seen huge slash piles along forest roads and the plumes of smoke from them when they are burned.  Slash piles release smoke if burned and carbon into the air while they rot. Carbon, especially biochar, when sequestered in the soil can promote vitality and diversity.  It is a valued resource that is wasted in slash piles.

The chipper does have a winch that can drag in material up to 8 inches wide.  But forest land treatment projects don’t deal with slash from commercial logging.  This seemed like a big resource issue so I stopped by some government offices to learn more about forest management.

Slash Pile

Mark Simpson from the Natural Resources Conservation Service (NCRS) agrees that big slash piles left from logging are a wasted resource.  NCRS does not deal with commercial logging although it does support fuels reduction projects.  He recounted how a lawsuit to limit smoke from crop residue fires had resulted in NCRS not recommending burning as an alternative.  He knew of some landowners hiring contractors with wood cutting machines to recover firewood from the piles.  Others were making use of the Waste to Energy plant in Spokane.  NCRS does allow some slash to be piled in 10’ by 15’ wildlife shelters which help porcupines, quail and skunks among others.

Jessica Walston at Washington’s Department of Natural Resources (DNR) identified piles of freshly cut pine as a possible source of pine beetle infestation.  The DNR has a program to cost share 50% on the work associated with fuels reduction and forest health that requires a prescription from their forester.  Slash generated from the program is required to be treated. It can be removed, hand piled and  burned, “masticated” (brush hog like treatment) or chipped.  Jay Berube worried that mastication can disturb the soil to he chose chipping. Burning has its own issues and permits but can be done in a way that adds biochar to the soil.  Removal works well for fence posts and firewood. DNR also does permitting for slash piles left by commercial logging and for burning slash.

Both of these agencies often recommend that forest landowners contract a forester to write a land management plan. DNR has a cost share program to help with that.  Historically land was put into a low timber value classification for property tax purposes if trees could be seen on an aerial photo of the property.  More recently guidelines from the Washington State Department of Revenue look for a “copy of the timber management plan for the land, prepared by a forester or a person with adequate knowledge of timber management practices.”  New landowners need to be aware that county assessors are looking for these plans, though implementation varies.

Nicole Vaillant writes in a National Forest Science Update on Fuel Treatments that “The current level of fuel treatment and beneficial fire is not keeping pace with the level needed to fully create and maintain resilient landscapes, especially in frequent fire rotation areas.”  This reflects a national attitude that emphasizes a strong response to forest fires once they are started, but neglects preparation and prevention with fuel reduction and controlled burns.  A nice wet summer like this might be a good time to feel a little more chipper about chipping in the woods.

Cows in the Woods

I was driving north on Williams Lake Road.  The woodland on either side had been managed in a variety of ways.  Some was left alone to fill in with underbrush.  Some had been grazed into uselessness.  Some of the most interesting had been selectively logged and the ground was covered in chips.  That technique minimizes the threat of wildfire.  I was headed north to visit Theresa Everest. She and her husband Eric were managing their 130 acres to raise cattle.

Unlike the Williams Lake Road, Everest Ranch is on a west-facing hillside in dense forest that supports a wide variety of trees.  There is some open pasture, but the majority is forest on a slope, not the kind of acreage you would typically envision for cows.  With a background in farming, logging and service in the Navy, this was Theresa’s dream ranch that she had been planning for 20 years.  She is deliberately initiating development of the property into silvopasture.  Silvopasture is the intentional combination of trees, forage plants and livestock together as an integrated, intensively-managed system. (Wikipedia)

Brush Hog

If it sounds like a lot of work, that’s because it is.  To get it started is intensive.  The Everests have invested in over $100,000 worth of machinery.  That includes a small sawmill, a Kubota Track Loader and a forest management grade brush hog that will turn pieces of wood up to 8 inches in diameter into chips.  The payback is a piece of property that the livestock can almost manage by themselves, rich soil with a large carbon reserve, lush grass and a lumber-producing forest that can be sustainably logged for generations.

Highland Cattle

Like the Finnish family that homesteaded their property in 1889, the Everests are taking it one step at a time.  They want to see their work survive and still be sound 130 years later like the hewn log buildings that they still use and live in.  Just as having the right tools is critical, so is having the right animals.  Highland cattle are one of the oldest registered cattle breeds in the world.  They eat brush as well as grass. Their double coat of hair sheds water and insulates in the winter.  When it comes to hardy animals, Scottish Highlands rule.

Paired with the cattle are Icelandic Sheep.  Another pure ancient breed, Icelandic sheep are tough. They also have a double coat of water shedding outer hair and light warm inner wool.  The two are often woven together and knitted into lopapeysa, the distinctive traditional Icelandic sweater of concentric rings.  These sheep will graze on bushes and grass, so they are perfect for the transition taking place at Everest Ranch.

The first step is Fuel Reduction.  In practice this means clearing out small trees and underbrush.  Some of it can be used as lumber or firewood.  Other parts can be charred for use as biochar.  Much of the rest is ground into mulch.  Limbs are cut up to 10 feet off the ground so no “ladder fuel” is left in the forest.  While fire prevention is important, creating a rich soil that will support forage grasses is the goal.

Grass coming in after opening canopy

Letting the soil recover and develop a stand of grass takes time.  So cattle are not introduced for the first year while the second step of recovery takes place.

Finally the animals are allowed to graze down the grass, but only for a week.  Then they are moved to another area and not returned for a month or more while the first area recovers.  This technique of rotational grazing keeps the habitat healthy in more ways than one.  The cattle trample small trees and bushes so those are returned to the soil.  The grass flourishes in the manure and urine left by the cattle.  Because of the constant rotation pests and parasites can’t proliferate.  Having long sight-lines also limits cover for potential predators.  The Everests did lose some sheep to a mountain lion when there was dense brush to hide in, but have not had problems since opening up the pasture.  The sheep come back to a holding pen at night.

The ranch has many springs; some that were developed by the original homesteaders are being re-developed for the grazing operation.  But the gullies where water runs free are fenced off to prevent erosion.  In fact an entire 20 acre field is not being used as pasture because it is essentially a wetland and grazing cattle would destroy it.

With thoughtful planning, attentive management and strategic investments, Everest Ranch will become a model for sustainably raising cows in the woods.

The hallmarks of a healthy environment are diversity and abundance.  The Everests are responsible for their income and the future health of their property.  To understand silvopasture practices in the National Forest, I met with Tim Coleman, from the Kettle Range Conservation Group to tour the Lambert Creek watershed in Ferry County where private cattle are permitted to graze on public land.

The cows in this watershed were Herfords.  They are much larger than Highland Cattle, 1200 to 1800 pounds.  I have also seen Angus Cattle of about the same size grazing in the forest along the South Fork of Sherman Creek.   The two scenes were very different.  Along Lambert Creek road the ground had barely enough cover to be green.  This was especially apparent where a fence separated the public grazing land from private property.  Grass and brush stood two to three feet high on the private land and barely an inch on the public land.  The cattle were grazing lush green grass in a logged area along Sherman Creek.

The situation looked bad on Lambert until I consulted with Brandon Weinmann, grazing and invasive species coordinator for the Colville National Forest about how they manage rangeland and saw it from a different perspective.  The Forest Service manages grazing allotments on the “pasture level”, that is they look at the overall health of the plants, water and soil in the whole pasture.  There are usually several “pastures” in a grazing allotment and the Forest Service will determine the timing, duration, intensity and frequency of how they are permitted to be grazed.  The condition of one spot at one time does not necessarily indicate the health of the whole pasture. 

Brandon drove me around an allotment on Deadman Creek where the riparian area was in good shape despite use by cattle, elk and bears.  What I kept learning was that there are lots of variables.

Deadman Creek cattle watering site

Cows, calves, bulls and steers of different ages, breeds and personalities behave differently at different times in different areas.  It is hard to prescribe a set of guidelines that works in all situations.  The Forest Service uses an allotment management plan developed through the NEPA (National Environmental Policy Act) which is tailored to each allotment.

Something cattle have in common is an aversion to wolves.  Tim Coleman is a member of the Wolf Advisory Board (WAG), a group he appreciates because although coming from different perspectives, they speak openly about their opinions.  All members admit that pressure from wolves is moving the cattle in many areas to lower parts of their range. This depletes the lower part sooner and leaves burnable fuel on the higher pastures (grassoline). 

Comparing beginning forage and the amount available at any point after animals are introduced will indicate how much forage has been used and when cattle should be moved, thus gauging the health of the ecosystem in terms of diversity and abundance.

Grasses have evolved to bounce back from being eaten when young.  In his book, Holistic Management, Allan Savory advocates rotational grazing as the most natural way to restore health to overgrazed lands but cautions that it takes thoughtful planning and attention to actual conditions on the whole property to make that work.  That “whole” includes the plant and animal community; the water cycle; the mineral cycle; and the energy flow.  It is an economy that includes but does not equate with money.

The choices are not black and white. (photo by Brandon Weinmann)

The take-away is that one size definitely does not fit all.  A variety of ungulates once ranged in the forests: deer, elk, moose and herds of caribou. (According to Sinixt elder, Marilyn James, caribou herds were once so large that they posed a threat to villages. The natives learned to spook the caribou away from villages by hanging antlers in the trees.)  Perhaps cows are a viable replacement for those herds.  But whether you can afford an industrial-scale brush hog or just a chain saw and safety equipment, promoting diversity and abundance takes attention and intension.  It’s not as simple as putting cows in the woods.

Work Work work

Downward facing Cat Pose

I keep a journal of what goes on each day and intend to write something about it each month, at the beginning of the month.  A quick review of the last few blogs will show that I have been completely blowing that schedule.  A quick review of my notes for June could be summarized “Work, Work, Work.”  Actually that is not fair.  There were lots of animals involved.  Our cat had major (=expensive) veterinary crisis, but survived in fine shape. 

We had visits from a bear, skunks, eagles, turkeys, deer and a 5 foot gopher snake that was following a black racer snake. We had a couple of family reunion events, a smaller one in Curlew and a major one with people from around the country at a resort on the Skagit River just after my father’s 97th birthday.  Cheryl and I have been selling wine and map books at the Northeast Washington Farmer’s Market every Wednesday and Saturday 9 to 1.

But the major event that lets me feel like I have time to write again is that we have completed construction of a high tunnel greenhouse.  It was one of those absolutely, positively have-to-get-done projects namely because it cost several thousand dollars and we need to get that back on a contract with the USDA Natural Resources Conservation Service. They pay for the materials and we provide the labor.  After waiting 3 years for the project to be approved, we had to complete the work in one year, 2019.  Neighbors Jeff Herman and Tom Saxon came over and helped me through some tough spots. Of course no sane person is going to plant a crop in a greenhouse in July, but with crops already starting to come in, completing it during the Fall before winter would have been a huge strain. So it will sit there and I will admire it from time to time, then protect it in the winter. 

This is looking like a bountiful year for lots of crops.  The grapes are looking very good. We just got through an intense run of cherries.  Our neighbor gave us as much as we could pick of some very nice Van cherries.  We had the biggest crops ever on our Royal Ann and pie cherry trees.  So for a few days we were drying, freezing, making pies… if there was a hangup, it is the pitter.  You just can’t trust it.  Even after slicing the “pitted” cherries in half a few pits get away.  But I digress.

Van Cherries and Royal Ann Cherries

I’ve been reading some great books lately, which I don’t have time to write about and gathering material for some articles.  Those will remain unwritten for now too because I need to work, work, work.

Pie Cherries

Spring Happens

I haven’t written a blog since the violets and buttercups were blooming. Now the tulips, fruit trees, dandelions, Quince, Locust, Frittilaria, Iris and Lupine have all bloomed. Is Spring officially over when a bear tears down your bird feeder (5/27/19)? There is a lot to catch up on and nobody needs a really long article to read. So I am going to boil it all down to 10 topic areas and call it good.

Iris from my Brother John, Gretchen in background, photo by Cheryl

Speaking of articles, The local Colville paper, the Statesman Examiner, ran an article about our winery on May 8th. Unfortunately unless you subscribe, you can’t look it up online. So I scanned it and there is a link here. The Silverado Express, another local paper, ran an article about the history of Tatapoo Rock that I wrote for the Heritage Network. That also is not available online so here is a link to the article on Tatapoo Rock, a landmark that is key to a lot of local history. The North Columbia Monthly is printing an article this month, Composing Compost. That article is available on this website. An article from earlier about Biochar published in the Monthly is also on this website . It prompted a talk with my brother-in-law Roger Ellison, who also makes and sells biochar among other things from his homestead, Thornbush Farm, on San Juan Island.

As you might have gathered, many of the articles are on various elements of Regenerative Agriculture . Postings about compost from Barr-Tech near Sprague, Washington prompted two of my friends to order semi-loads of compost and I bought a ton of it from one of them. It is part of the mix in the previous blog post Composing Compost 2 . I also continue to stack up pine straw and other forest litter that my wife, Cheryl, is collecting to reduce fire danger. It will be shredded into compost material too, although I have plenty from pruning the grape plants this spring.

New Grape Plants

Perhaps the biggest boost to my knowledge of Regenerative Agriculture came from attending the Global Earth Repair Conference at Port Townsend. I was pleased to meet Ronnie Cummins from the Organic Consumers Association in person. That is where I first heard about Regenerative Agriculture. I also listened to a talk by Peter Jackson on bio-remediation and decided to buy a book on Korean Natural Farming, JADAM by Youngsang Cho,. There is a lot to learn about growing your own microbes for fertilizer and pest control. It fits in well with making wine. You are bound to hear more about that in this blog. Doniga Markegard did an amazing job of presenting her experiences raising cattle a natural way. Much of it is in her book Dawn Again.

Peter Jackson workshop making micro-nutrient mud balls

Sales of Grape Plants have been big this year despite not having as many plants on hand as I could have sold. I held the line this year and will release several hundred two year old plants next year. Of course it was also the season for pruning and starting new grape plants. There are about 300 of them putting on growth on the greenhouse-crushing pad. Many of this year’s plant sales were through the Ferry Conservation District, a unit of the USDA Natural Resources Conservation Service (NRCS) and I have purchased a very nice greenhouse kit through the NRCS. It is 20 feet by 24 feet, 14 feet high and still under construction. So you may see more about that also.

Our new greenhouse at an early stage of construction

On May 9th, my sister Jeannette and her husband Bill visited and we went hunting for morel mushrooms. The weather was dry and the competition heavy on last year’s Boyds Fire burn. We did alright but the next week it rained hard so we went back and did even better. Younger folks willing to climb steep hillsides are bringing back more morels, but we are still working our way through the ones we have. Our younger neighbors Tom and Amber sold over 10 pounds of them at the Farmers Market today (6/1/2019) for $20/lb.

Speaking of the Farmers Market, it started a month ago. Cheryl and I are there in the center of Colville every Wednesday and Saturday selling wine, plants and maps. It is getting too late for plants, but we will stay on with wine and mapbooks. The rain presented a problem. Since our van broke down last year, we have been hauling the chairs, tables etc. in our 1975 Chevy Pickup. We needed a canopy for the truck and put a request out on Facebook. That worked great and we had one the same day and an even better one the next day. So now the truck bed is dry but that was far from the only “technical difficulty” we had these last two months.

Old Truck with canopy number 2

The Map Metrics website crashed while our host tried to make it more secure. It had to be rebuilt from scratch. My main mapping and finance computer crashed losing all of the programs but thankfully not the data. It ran Windows 7. Some of my programs won’t run on anything later than that and our computer repair guy says that Microsoft made sure that any new hardware won’t run old software. Luckily he found a machine running Windows 7 in his back room and I am using it now. The list goes on including a new WiFi setup and a new satellite TV setup. But you get the idea, lots of down time and expensive repairs.

Installing HDTV

Some things can’t be repaired or replaced. Several friends of ours died in the last two months including our old neighbor, Clarence Tieszen; a fellow member of our Slow Food group, George Wells; an orcharding neighbor Jim Corvino; a long-time rock club hostess, Lucie Bristow, and our one-time dental hygienist, Kelley Wood. So in a time of very good-looking growth in the vineyard and new buildings and ideas we have to remember that most growth relies on a transformative dose of death.

Composing Compost 2

Elements of Compost

To follow up on the last post about composing compost, mostly commercial from Barr-Tech near Sprague, I want to show the ingredients I am adding to the soil mix I am currently potting, planting and adding as mulch.

  1. This tub is composted leaf mulch from the yard waste dump of the City of Colville. It is two years old and has a lot of red worms in it along with a complete set of other micro-organisms. I have to screen out rocks, sticks, clumps of leaves and assorted non-biodegradable garbage to mix this in but it gives the mix a good dose of living critters to spread to the rest.
  2. This is a small bucket of potash, the stuff left when a fire burns all the way out. It has a good mix of minerals that the fungi can carry to the roots. It amounts to about 10% of the whole.
  3. This tub is full of shredded grape prunings, pine needles and other small branches. So it is almost all plant-based carbon. It gives the mix a longer life with things to digest so the initial microbes that break down plant material have a lot to work with.
  4. This is a bucket of biochar, that has been discussed in other blog posts. I could inoculate it with manure tea or other microbe-rich liquids, but that will happen naturally when the whole mix gets wet. It holds water and shelters bacteria. Again it is about 10% of the whole.
  5. This is Barr-Tech green compost. It has been broken down from mostly landscaping waste and is organically certifiable. Because of the high temperatures that produce it, protozoa, nematodes and other “higher” organisms have not inhabited it yet. But they will quickly spread into it and fill the gap between freshly shredded material and a complete living soil.
  6. The last tub (each large tub is about 20% of the mix) is aged cow manure from organically raised beef. It is crumbly and full of night-crawlers. Manure has a lot of nitrogen in it that will promote growth and good green color for photosynthesis. But too much of this good thing could heat up a pile of compost and unbalance the mix.

So that is the basic mix. You could include grass clippings, food waste and a lot of other rotting stuff. If you are building and turning piles of compost, they would be helpful in a mix like this, but not until they have broken down somewhat. Besides, there are some bigger critters that would go for the food waste (skunks, raccoons, rats…) that you really don’t want in your garden.

I tend not to put everything in one pile but to mix it just before it goes in pots or over the ground. That way the mycorrhizal fungi can grow in place and not have their hyphae broken. Just like water starts yeast growing, water starts fungi growing. They are actually closely related. So get out there and make your own mix. Living soil is good for everything in the world.