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January 2009 - Posts

  • Too much information?

    I am considering the possibility maybe we all get entirely too much information in a day for our own good.  Perhaps the most decisive battle ever fought by the United States against the British was the Battle of New Orleans, that actually was fought a number of days after the war of 1812 was over.  It took that long for news to reach that far south.  Two cell phones(one on either end) could have saved alot of lives that day.   I think back to the days I started farming in the late 1980s.  Got the markets at noon on the radio.  The news at either 6pm or 10pm on the one TV station we got on the antenna.  No cell phone, no internet.  We weren't bombarded with news 24 hours a day from all directions.  Someone in the community could die and me not know it for days, now thanks to a half dozen cell calls a day, I generally know what everyone in the community is doing, not only do I hear instantly of a person getting injured or worse, I know almost immediately if someone gets a new tractor.

    It seems especially the last several days have been a steady barrage of bad news.  20000 layoffs at CAT, 10000 at Boeing, 7000 at Home Depot, tonight 4000 at Cessna(most in Wichita Kansas), to add to the 5000 already given walking papers.  Our state of Kansas contemplating a $1 billion shortfall next year, simply unheard of.  The city of Wichita predicts it will be $7 million short,even our small local school district figuring it may come up $88000 in the red.   Reading your BBC website yesterday they predicted 51 million world wide would lose their jobs eventually, can that be correct?  The beef market, which is my bread and butter, sinks lower each day, certainly tied to the job losses.  With three 24 hour news channels on our TV, we learn nearly minute by minute of the hurling of billions of dollars our nation does not have at a problem I don't think very many people really understand.  Our Congress reminds me of an old fashioned bucket brigade at a fire.  They are going to keep tossing money on the fire until it finally burns down.

    When the cell phone first came out I thought they were ridiculous.  Today I wouldn't be without mine, but it too has its downfalls.  One of my friends called me this morning to ask how my head was, as our conversation was about over, I remarked "have a good day".  His reply was, "how can I possibly do that knowing our nation is being destroyed as everyone watches?!?!?!".  Tonight, as I am absolutely depressed with what we have seen on our late news,  I am thinking of going on a news boycott for a week, and see if I feel better about life.   

    The age we live in is both wonderful and not so wonderful at the same time.  The ability to make friends from all over the world and share ideas and opinions at the punch of a button is something that has made my life infinitely better.  Knowledge is a good thing, but maybe like beer and food it needs to be taken in moderation.

  • Pay attention and stay safe.

    I spent the late hours of Saturday night sitting in an ambulance with blood streaming down my face and dribbling all over the floor  and my clothes with the EMTs working to seal up the gash on my head while outside in the 11F air flames licked the sky from a two story house.  How did I receive this terrible injury, was it from rushing into the house to save some child?  No.  It was because I was stupid. 

    We were called to aid our neighbors to the south 10 miles battle a housefire in town.  Water freezes quickly in temps as cold as they were last night and while we do our best to blow our lines out and the firebarn is heated, we often have problems starting to pump water in cold weather.  I was blessed to be the truck operator last night on the pumper.  Once the truck was positioned so our tanker could hook to it, we pulled hose, engaged the pump, I pulled the valve to charge the hose, and nothing happened.  STRESS!!  Nothing spells stress like a house fire and a fire truck that won't pump water.  3 of us worked feverishly trying to make the truck pump while the guys on the ends of the lines, not knowing our issues, screamed "water, send us water!!".  We managed to get the front valves to blow water, so I decided we should break loose from the front crosslays and attach the lines to the front valves....I couldn't break the hose at the outlet because it was frozen, so in a fit of swearing I grabbed a line still on the truck and jerked with all my might to pull it off to break for extra hose, in the process bringing the nozzle down hard on my head... not a big deal, had my helmet been on my head instead of laying on the fender of the truck.  I tried to ignore it, but when blood started splattering on the ground the deputy sheriff interjected, "you better go to the ambulance".

    I note the messages to farmers from your HSE when  I log on.  I am one of those farmers probably like many of you, I often think that I can't have an accident.  I have had a number of little accidents over the years, almost always from not paying attention, or doing something I knew wasn't that safe.  Losing your temper, even slightly, is completely human,but it can lead to really bad results.  I am just fine, I am going to have a 2 or 3 inch scar down the middle of my head, and I lost alot of my remaining hair.  It could have been worse, and it was 100% preventable.  I had the proper safety gear, I just didn't have it on.  That 2 seconds I saved by not putting the helmet on(I had every intention of putting it on once the hose charged) was pretty much negated by the 30 minutes I spent in the back of the ambulance.  So was the 1 or 2 seconds I saved by grabbing the hose and pulling it as hard as I could,had I calmly climbed on top of the truck and pulled it off like a sane person, I wouldn't be typing with a throbbing head this morning. 

    As farmers we deal with dangers every day, we get complacent and often we simply forget how dangerous our jobs are.  We deal with machines and animals much more powerful than we are.  The temptation to cut corners to save time is with us everyday, often we do things that really aren't safe, but we have always gotten away with it, so we continue to do it.  I posted before that in the area I consider to be my community, we have lost 2 teenage boys in haying accidents, 2 grown men in silage cutting accidents, 2 killed pinned by tractors,one killed in a PTO accident. Outside of ag we have had one killed on a drilling rig, 2 in an oilfield explosion(cigarette touched that off they figure), a couple oilfield electrocutions, just in my lifetime.  This in a 9 or 10 mile radius in an area with a population of maybe 3000 people. 

    I am not a safety expert, but I would say there are two crucial elements to safety....paying attention to what you are doing, and keeping your cool.  My big scar will remind me forever, all I will need to do is reach up and feel it to remember a cold January night when I ignored alot of what I have learned in my 14 years of fire service and my lifetime of farming.  My thought to all of you is to figure out a way to remember to be safe without incurring a scar, or something far, far worse.  Saving a week of time is not worth the risk of losing a limb or a life, or even a half pint of blood.  Remember that, especially you younger guys like Matty(not picking on you, you just leap to mind).  I was drilling post holes one day with a young helper about Mattys age.   David was great help, but he didn't ever pay attention to anything I said.  In spite of my warnings, he continued to brush up against the PTO on the digger...in the blink of an eye he was shirtless.  I would love to have a pic of him bare chested with eyes as big as half dollars.  It was literally in the blink of an eye,it could have just as easily wrapped him around the shaft as his shirt.  BE CAREFUL everybody, those are my words to live by, the blink of an eye is all the time it takes for serious or fatal accidents to occur.

  • Trouble in the bedroom...advice???

    Oh, you dirty minded Brits!!  I figure with this title this will be my most read blog ever.  I was going to write a blog entitled "Welcome to the party" (there you go again, get your minds out of the gutter) about the fact your government has decided you have joined us in recession, and perhaps even are considering using the dreaded "D" word,but I decided my blogs are getting entirely too gloomy. 

    Yes, Mrs K and I are having trouble in the bedroom, but it is not of the scandalous nature I suspect you were hoping for when you accessed this blog.  The trouble is, according to Mrs. KF, I snore, loudly, when I sleep on my back.  Unfortunately for Mrs. KF, I get my most restful sleep on my back.  Years ago when my grandparents were having this problem I thought it was funny....I now realize it is a pretty serious deal, because my wife is not getting enough sleep which among other things makes her very grumpy.  I am not getting much sleep either due to the frequent thumpings I am getting accompanied by, "will you PLEASE roll onto your side".  I had the brilliant thought a few weeks ago that perhaps Amy could try rolling me onto my side without waking me, so that at least one of us could sleep all night.  I thought I was dreaming one night that someone was trying to push me out of bed, I awakened to the sound of Amy grunting and groaning as she tried to shift me onto my side, unsuccessfully.  Forgetting what I had told her, I asked rather hotly "What ARE you doing".  Several times, I was certain I was awake when she told me I was snoring, either she hallucinates now, or I do.  On one of those occasions she asked me to roll over and I replied, "WHY would I do that??".  BECAUSE I CANT SLEEP WITH YOU SNORING!( I swear I was awake and not snoring). 

    My wife is a delightful woman, always happy, during the daytime.  At night, she shows a more sinister side.  Although she has a legitimate gripe about my snoring, I take issue with her claiming 75% of the bed.  On the nights I manage not to snore, I am awakened with "can you move over any??"  Generally, I have about 4 inches before I plunge off the edge of the bed, I consider that to be as far over as I am going to get.  My better half feels that anything over 2 inches of margin is me taking more than my share.  We are considering measuring the width of the mattress and putting a piece of tape on the headboard at the center mark, so when we have these middle of the night issues, I can turn on the light and point to the "border". 

    We have other issues keeping us up. First being our dogs, I believe I have blogged about them before, suffice it to say we have the 2 stupidest dogs in Kansas at least and maybe the world.  They bark at anything and everything besides people.  During deer season the guys I leased the farm to to hunt showed up at 1 in the morning, in 4 pickups, the dogs didn't raise any kind of alarm, until they had been here nearly 36 hours, then suddenly at noon of that day they mysteriously decided to bark at them.  One night my wife, who is a church deacon, stormed out of the bedroom and onto the front porch yelling "Shut up you stupid b.stards" at the top of her lungs.  That made me smile even in a semi-conscious state.  The other issue is my fire pager.  Out of a desire to have top of the line gossip material,  I like to keep it on scan so it picks up the police.  Since ours rarely have any issues at night(most aren't even on duty) usually it is silent, but on certain nights it picks up radio traffic from a larger town about 100 miles away, this happens suddenly and always wakes us both up. It could be very easily cured, but then I would not be in the know on the once every 8 weeks or so we have some type of police incident in the middle of the night.

    For now, to attack the snoring, we have purchased some strips that are supposed to hold my nostrils open.  They have a super strong adhesive, and are rather painful to remove in the morning.  They seem to help I guess, because about half the time I forget to put one on at bedtime, and on those nights I get shaken and told to roll over.

     Any sure fire snoring relief methods someone can share??  We would be grateful.  And I didn't even cover Mrs.KFs 2 degree temperature comfort zone.  68F is just right most nights, 66F is too cold, 70F is way too hot.

  • The Guard changes Tuesday.

    This nation is gearing up for the swearing in of our new President Barack Obama Tuesday.  I think I have made it clear I am not a big Obama fan.  However, I myself, a conservative in a red state, am surprisingly getting caught up in the optimism of this event.  It is rather surreal, like most things have been this year.  On one hand, we have this extreme pessimism over our economy and future, on the other, this optimism of what is truly a new era with the election of a President unlike any before, not just in race, but in his generation and background.

    Our Sunday news programs were filled with predictions and analysis of what is to come. The truth is, no one really knows for sure, but Obama and his associates are telling us that things are going to get worse before they get better, and there is no reason to believe that will not be the case.  I keep hearing the word "sacrifice" coming out of the Obama camp, it is going to be interesting to see what sacrifices we are asked to make, one of Obamas chief financial advisors assured us on the CBS news this morning that we will all be asked to sacrifice. 

    While Obama won handily, he did not win by any sort of a huge majority.  A map breaking the results down by county showed that the overwhelming landmass of this nation voted Republican, but the urban population centers voted for Obama.  There are marked differences between the cities and the rural areas of this nation, in what we hold sacred, our beliefs, and our politics.  At the end of the day though we are all Americans.  Our nation is not perfect, we are much like a family, we fight among ourselves, but woe to anyone who crosses us from outside of our family.  The majority of us overwhelmingly are patriotic and love this country.  Where we differ is in our beliefs in how to keep America intact and prosperous.  On Tuesday the world will witness what our nation is so proud of, the orderly change in government.  Two very different ideologies will be represented when Bush passes power to Obama. Not everyone in this nation will be happy to see it.  But, most of us who did not vote for Obama pray for him to be successful, because if he is not our nation will suffer.  Tuesday our nation will take a timeout from the worries of wars in Afghanistan and Iraq, from our fear of another 9-11 style attack, and from the grim economic news and we will honor our new President. Whether we voted for him or not, he is our President, and I for one intend to show respect to the man and the office, even when voicing my dissent.  The far left in this nation did not show respect to conservatives these last 8 years, and while constantly pointing the finger at George W. Bush for dividing the people of this country, they take absolutely none of the blame themselves.  I think most of the conservatives in America will be kinder to President Obama than the far left was to Bush. 

     A year ago conventional wisdom did not point to Barack Obama being sworn in Tuesday.  Two years ago, few Americans knew much about the man at all.  We raise a man to the leader of our nation Tuesday who won mainly because he was alot easier to like than his opponents.  We actually know very little about what to expect from him as President, but as Americans almost always do, we are going to hope for the best.  All that is left to say now is God bless America, and God bless and grant wisdom to President Obama.  Hopefully for all Americans and the world he will go down in history as the greatest President this nation has ever seen.

     

  • Making rules without understanding the game.

    When I was in England, a cousin from Ashford Kent took us on a tour of the area.  We ended up at a place called Rye I believe.  A group of boys about 12-14 years old were in a park playing cricket.  We stopped to watch them for a while.  We don't play cricket in Kansas, we play baseball.  It kind of looks the same, but I gather it has much different rules.  I am not a stupid person by any means, and I perhaps have a rough idea of the way cricket is played, that does not qualify me to officiate a cricket game.  Even though I was over twice the age of the boys playing and have a university education, when it came to cricket, they knew alot more than I did.

    Here on the Kansas prairie we have huge grass fires.  As I have reported many times, the fire departments in the rural areas are volunteers.  Many of our trucks are army surplus, distributed through the Forestry Division of the USDA.  These trucks for years were modified with a platform on the front for a fireman to ride on and run a hose or water cannon, and one on the side or back where another fireman could catch any fire the man on the front didn't get.  The fellow on the front had another job, that was watching for washes and gullies and alerting the driver, especially at night.  This method worked for decades.  Then one day, the Kansas Forestry Division got a new boss, and he decreed that riding outside the cab was no longer acceptable, either use a remote controlled nozzle that cost $3500, or walk along side the truck dragging hose, any truck with the remnant of a platform would be confiscated by the state.  This concerned volunteer fire departments all over the state, it appeared he had never fought a grassfire that was 4 or 5 miles long, and hadn't considered the prospect of dragging a hose alongside a truck for miles.  I was elected to contact him on behalf of our fire department and protest his decision, I quickly discovered he was alot smarter than I was, and didn't care for my opinion at all, remarking smugly that he could see how it was "easier" for us to ride, but the easy way was not always the best way, so he said.  It is hard to force people to adopt rules that make their lives more difficult when they are not paid, and the prospect of half the firemen in the state throwing up their hands and quitting forced the powers that be to modify their rules.  People who had never fought a grassfire and didn't understand what it involved had tried to make rules without consulting people who did understand what it was all about.  The results they got were unexpected, and they had to reverse course.

    Reading today about the EU ban on some of the pesticides used on the other side of the Atlantic I am reminded of the folly of trying to make rules for things you don't understand.  The good people voting on the ban are more than likely well educated and probably well meaning, but have they taken the time to learn all the games they try to regulate?  Did they seek any input from farmers?   Do they fully understand the reasons farmers use the chemicals they just banned, and do they fully understand the consequences of banning them?  Is their decision based in science, or is it based in the PC ideal of what farming should be, a guy chewing on a straw holding a pitchfork, surrounded by a half dozen chickens, a cow, a sow and litter of pigs, and a few lambs, grazing in the green grass and sunshine?  Along with the ban, are they going to issue some ideas of how to deal with the problems the loss of these chemicals will create?

    I will be the first to admit I am not all that wild about using chemicals.  That is one reason I like so many of my neighbors have all my chemicals custom applied.  In the early days of my farming career, the number of effective farm chemicals was not great, failures of those chemicals we did have were common.  As a boy, the words I hated to hear out of my fathers mouth were "come on boys, lets go hoe beans".  My dad, my brother and I, and sometimes even my mother would head down to the soybean field and hand weed soybeans.  Generally it was about 90F, and 40% or more humidity.  Bees, flies, skeeters, chiggers, and snakes aggravated us.  Dad would watch us, and if we started to loaf which we frequently did, he would yell at us to get moving, or throw dirt clods at us, or both.  This experience led me to appreciate the need for effective chemicals.  I am certain there is a risk, there is a risk to almost everything you do in life.  Modern farming is nearly impossible without chemicals, in spite of everything some so called experts want us to believe.  The organic farming advocates, those who don't actually farm, have probably not pulled weeds on a humid Kansas morning, they have probably not seen a field of alfalfa eaten nearly overnight by weevil.  I would be willing to bet that few if any of your MPs, MEPs, or our Reps and Senators have suffered the indignity of having a bad case of chiggers all the way up to your beltline after several days of hand weeding, or spent an afternoon unplugging a combine when it was choked with green weeds.  From Canada to Kansas, Lincoln, Nebraska to Lincoln, England, Paris Texas to Paris France, farmers in the developed world spend their days producing food at a reasonable cost in an amazingly efficient manner.  We do it in spite of alot of things.  In spite of the weather, in spite of disease, in spite of low markets, high priced inputs, in spite of landlords, in spite of the interference of government, we have been very successful at balancing the environment and agriculture.  While it might be better to abandon chemicals and go back to the methods of time gone by, like hoes, or dump rakes fitted with a kerosene filled canvas to catch insects, there just aren't enough people in the western world willing to spend their days doing manual labor in the hot sun for low pay. 

    It wasn't so long ago the European media was in a frenzy over the world food crisis.  I read and heard lots and lots of theories about the causes and solutions, but never did I see much of an effort to talk to the people "in the know" about farming, farmers. It appears now all concern about food shortages have passed, and it is time for new rules for European farmers to follow, rules that might lead to even less food being produced.  It is alot like me trying to rewrite the rules for cricket....maybe I ought to talk to a few players before I try.  The difference is, if the rules we are dealt as farmers(and I say "we" because there is a high probability our new President Barack Obama will emulate alot of what happens in the EU) hinder our ability to produce food, the consequences will be dire.  If  the ban was passed because it "just felt like the right thing to do" or was politically correct, that was irresponsible.  You shouldn't ever try to change the rules of a game if you haven't bothered to learn them to begin with.  Farmers can't produce enough food for the world with their hands tied behind their backs. 

    My father is going to be 70 next July, but he is in very good shape, has a good loud voice, and I am sure can still throw a dirt clod hard and straight.  Maybe those who voted to ban these chemicals should be treated to a trip to Kansas this coming summer, and spend a week in the sun weeding soybeans, with dad hurling clods and insults at them.  Maybe then they could make decisions about farming based more on firsthand experience rather than theory.  Just in case they don't show up for "spring training", we will plant GM soybeans, so if our volunteer weeders don't fly over to help us out,we can still spray them with Roundup. I am sure not going to head out with a hoe again.

  • Christmas is over/the hazards of outwintering.

    Our Christmas season officially closed today as my brother and his family headed back to Nebraska.  My mother who earlier had thought about calling Christmas off due to the financial meltdown, recovered and was able to shower all of us with gifts, and put together some really great meals as well.  I was able to work my brother nearly to death for several days, and even managed to get my lawyer uncle to help me push some cattle through the "crush"(we call it a squeeze chute) yesterday.  Mrs KF and I still have our tree up, I suppose sometime this week we will have to take it down and return the ornaments to the boxes, kind of a letdown, another letdown is after a two week vacation from work Amy resumes teaching children to speak correctly tomorrow, although one of her schools was damaged by what may have been a small tornado the night of the 27th(the night I thought our house would blow off the foundation) and the building will not be useable perhaps for the rest of the school year. 

     The day after Christmas may have been the most eventful of the entire year(I believe my days are right,it might have been the 27th).  We outwinter in Kansas, on my one ton Chevy pickup(the one with the 454 that gets about 8mpg) I have a Deweze bale bed.  Out in the pastures I use it to unroll big bales.  The alfalfa tends to not want to unroll, and I often must go back and forth a while to get it to start.  The day in question was the day it got to about 70F, and the frost went out of the ground, so it was slick.  I had the pickup in 4WD, and the back and forth took me over the top of the unrolled hay, wrapping some around the front driveshaft, bringing it into contact with the manifold.  The pasture was 2 miles from the house as the crow flies, but 4 on the road, about a mile into the return trip I smelled smoke, then saw it.  Using my firemans instincts I knew that if I drove really fast the wind would keep the flames down, but the minute I stopped the fanning effect would let it explode(I had a good idea what had happened when I saw the smoke). I called the dispatcher and told her the situation, told her to send the firetrucks to my house as I believed I could make it home.  Then I called Amy and told her I was on fire, and to be in the yard with the garden hose in hand and the water running.

     Only recently has our county numbered our roads and given us addresses.  In the old days, when you called a fire in you simply went by your name, or gave so many miles one direction or another from town.  Most of us know where everyone lives, but most of us do not know the addresses, as was evidenced by the fact that Amy had heard the fire call over my pager(that I had not been carrying, but am now) but did not recognize the address given was ours.  When I slowed down make the corner, the flames erupted from beneath the pickup, as I pulled into my farmyard I was proud to see my better half at the ready with water running, I hit a bump as I pulled in and shook much of the burning hay loose and it fell in the drive, I was able to get the rest out with the garden hose which was a good thing, because the fire trucks went the wrong direction at first, until I had Mrs KF retrieve my 2 way radio and I hollered over it that they were not on the right road. Alls well that ends well, remarkably no damage was done, other than to my ego.

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