Just before Christmas last year, I saw the hay guy (along with the missus) in town. We exchanged pleasantries and then he said, “Y’all still want that hay?”
Well, of course…
“I gotta git it outta the barn by the end of the month. Ya think you got a place for it?”
Sigh…oh, I don’t know…
My brain was scrambling…trying to figure where we could put
even another bale of hay. We already had it stacked to the rafters. The sheep hadn’t begun to eat it yet, there
was still grass for grazing.
Hay is not
cheap and we can’t afford to use it willy-nilly.
He went on. “the
folks that own that farm (the one with the hay barn) want to put it on the
market…they want me out of there before the first of next month…”
This time we both sighed.
He’s farmed this piece of land his entire adult life. His own father had wanted to buy it, but somehow missed out on the deal years ago. But, the new absentee owners allowed it to be
leased out, grazed and otherwise farmed throughout the years. Years and years. The understanding was that the hay guy had
right of first refusal.
A price was agreed upon. But, the sale never went
through. He continued to graze the
fields and utilize the barn.
Then, out of the blue, the owners decided that now was time
to put it on the market. The price had quadrupled. …and if the hay guy didn’t want it…it was
time to get out.
Right now.
By the end of the month.
The hay guy weighed his options. He (and the missus) couldn’t justify going
into extreme debt at this point in their lives (they are old enough to be MY
parents) just to make and store hay and graze a few more cows. Haymaking is
hard work and the cattle market can be iffy. They would simply down-size.
This made for some major adjustments on their part and
ultimately a few adjustments here on the hill.
I can only imagine what this place was like "back in the day" |
mbrk view 2002 see the barn, silo and house? |
The loss of productive farm land means that supplies (of all
sorts of farm-related goods) dwindle.
…and everyone understands the laws of supply and demand. Don’t they?
With any “improvements” the assessments go up (around the
community) that means taxes are higher, increasing those fixed costs for the
farmers.
Without grazing land available, the number of cattle dwindle, causing a loss in revenue. And, a smaller supply of beef.
Without grazing land available, the number of cattle dwindle, causing a loss in revenue. And, a smaller supply of beef.
The decrease in available crop land means that hay supplies drop
and that in turn causes the price of the remaining hay crop to rise. Other
crops are similarly affected. Again, an increase to production costs for the
farmers.
Eventually, those costs rise to a point where the consumers
will feel the pinch. They will complain
that the “rich farmers” are getting more than they deserve.
Sigh...
Like ripples in a pond, the effects of this one proposed sale will
spread slowly through the community. (and this story is repeated countless
times across the nation)
While I don’t know what the answer is…
I do know this.
We need land to grow food and resources for the population. We
also need folks who are willing to work that land.
Farmers are NOT rich…NOT land hogs…but, are the hardworking backbone
of this country that provide the foundation for everything that the general
population does in a day.
Lessons Learned:
We need farmers…of every size and practice.
We need farmland.
Everyone needs to understand and value the two points above.
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Barbara, this could be written about here too. So much good farm land is sold off, the house is prettified and the grass either goes to horses for riding, or parkland, B and Bs open, or hotels and another farm is lost. The trouble is that a lot of the farms up here are quite small and to make a living is jolly hard work, so nobody wants to do it. Ripples in a pond, as you say = and very sad too.
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