Vegan working to tell positive ag stories


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One brave rural woman has decided to try and build a bridge over the rapidly expanding chasm between country and city folk, creating a podcast called The Naked Farmers.

Sophie Love bought a farm in the Hastings Hinterland on NSW’s mid-north coast in 2007 as a “single-40-something” year-old.

In short shrift she met and married the local solar expert and home-birthed her son.

As a vegan of more than 20 years, long “before it became trendy”, she learned to raise meat for her boys and eat a more balanced diet.

In the process she has become a passionate advocate and tried to straddle the divide between vegans and farmers in print, online and on TV.

Ms Love has long called for dedicated rural reporting across mainstream media in order for city people to learn and hear about the struggles and trials of their rural counterparts.

“And to learn how food and fibre are grown and raised on this great, arid, land,” she said.

“We all eat and in the face of this rapidly-changing climate we are going to have to start taking an interest in where our food comes from.

“But farmers feel marginalised and under attack by activist vegans, drought and climate crisis, dwindling water supplies and allocations, price slashing by the duopoly and a lack of understanding and action by politicians, and all too many are walking off their family land.”

Ms Love said she would emphasise with “both sides of the divide” as a vegan, but said it was important more needed to be done to bridge the gap between city people and their country counterparts.

“I have learned so much from farmers on my interactions on Twitter that I decided my innate nosiness and desire to drill deep into the realities of farming in Australia would make a great, long-form, podcast,” she said.

“The aim is to talk to all farmers, find out how, where and why they do what they do.”

While Ms Love said the success of the podcast was dependent on its listeners, she thought it would be worth giving it a go.

She said the podcast would be free of bias.

“Politically, chemically, organically or whatever, but asking probing questions to try and inform the often simplistic discourse in the media,” she said.

“It will be nuts and bolts about the business of farming, as well as the emotive issues – live export, Murray-Darling, dollar milk, drought and mental health.

“It’s an opportunity for every farmer to tell their side of the story.”

If you would like to feature in the The Naked Farmers podcast series, or wish to nominate someone, click here.



Only humans are hypocrites

ANIMAL EQUALITY: Why are some more equal than others?

They are very smart, sentient, soul-filled beings like us.  They are peaceful, relaxed, generally happy.  Pigs, dogs, horses, cows, goats, sheep alike.  They are loving, affectionate, communicative, funny.

In fact, most of them seem to be more highly-evolved than we are.  They don’t have to labour for money.  They are not lashed to the wheels of industry or the never-ending demands of consumerism.  They are happy to forage and roam, to spend time together, to scratch each other’s backs and snuggle up together for warmth and love at night.

They know us as individuals.  They have a stronger sense of our souls and purpose than we do.  They are gentle, kind, patient.  They delight in simple pleasures – sunshine after rain, the warming of the world in springtime, their young, food and fresh water.

We have much to learn from them.

And yet we kill and eat them.  And, like us, they don’t want to die.  They know when they are destined for their final journey.  They struggle and weep as we do.  They buck and rail against their inevitable deaths as we do.

Many of us never give a thought to how animals have lived or died.

How many thousands of miles they have been trucked across the country standing cramped cheek by jowl in fear for their futures, not knowing what horrors awaiting them?  Hoping for greener pastures, struggling as they smell the bloodbath at the abattoir and realising their fate.

When terrorists and extremists engage in the mass slaughter of innocents we are horrified and appalled. But isn’t that what we do to animals?  Who gets to judge that they are less than we?

As humans the horrors we perpetuate against animals in the industrial agriculture model are truly awful – chickens in cramped cages for our daily eggs, meat chooks bred for breast and thigh meat who cannot barely walk so out of proportion are their bodies.

Pigs in huge barns on concrete floors unable to root through earth and run as they love to do, and sows in cramped stalls as breeding machines. Male bobby calves shot immediately after birth because there is no value in veal in Australia. Steers on unnatural grain diets for fattening in overcrowded feedlots, causing communicable E-coli in their guts and bodies.

PETA and animal activists are right to draw our attention to these monstrosities and force us to confront the realities of our thirst for flesh.  Although they conveniently ignore the very many farmers raising animals compassionately, humanely, ethically and with love, on grass and pasture – free to forage and roam.

Humans have always eaten meat.  Have always hunted and killed.  Have always supplemented a plant-based diet with the essential protein from flesh.  Some humans seem to survive and thrive on plant-based diets, some need meat.

There is no definitive right and wrong.

And, by God, Mother Nature can be cruel and vicious in how she takes lives both human and animal.  Let’s face it, we are all going to die one day.  Will we have lived a life of service?  Will our bodies be useful to others after we are gone?  At least the animals we eat can say that.

Regardless of whether we choose to eschew flesh or indulge, there is a fundamental truth. We all need to eat far more fruit and vegetables and a lot less meat.

Because that tray of meat is not just fuel for the barbie, it is a life taken before its time.  It is our responsibility to ensure that it was a life well-lived – a life of joy and pleasant pastures, of sun and rain and soil, of freedom and peace.

Every life deserves the same respect.  Animals perhaps more, because they serve and feed us.  If you choose to eat meat, eggs, cheese and wear fleece and skin, please get to know a farmer, make sure the animals you eat and wear have been treated with respect, love and compassion, that they have lived good lives and died quick deaths.

It’s the least we can do.

PETA’s shock and awe anti-wool campaign is offensive to the public and farmers

The latest PETA campaign featuring a fake freshly shorn sheep covered in blood is wrong. And that’s coming from a former vegan.

 

I was a vegan for more than 20 years. I used to think that all human interference with animal life was cruel and contrary to our purpose here on earth. I was convinced I was right about that and my dietary choices demonstrated my higher spiritual evolution. Much of this time I battled with drug, alcohol and nicotine addictions and anorexia and then bulimia, so it wasn’t that my body was a temple, but that every thing on God’s earth deserved the right to live in peace.

My dietary choices were a pain in the proverbial for my family, friends, and stressed waitresses in restaurants in the days before you could chop and change everything on the menu to suit your selfish needs. I didn’t subscribe to any group or read any literature and this was long before Google or information on tap. I made up my own mind based on my beliefs.

And then a naturopath told me my body was starving and I had to eat eggs or sardines. Well there was no way I could eat little fish in cans so I bought chooks, loved them and was grateful for their gorgeous golden eggs every day. A few years later I bought my riverside paradise, met a man (who I converted to vegan), settled down, got married, had a baby. And I wondered, will I know if he needs meat, and if he does, will I cook it for him? I wrestled with that a lot. And then one day, like a bolt from the blue, I looked at my toddler and knew he needed meat. So my journey to source ethically raised and grown meat began. In the end I realised we would have to do it ourselves.
Australian musician Jona Weinhofen in PETA’s controversial anti-wool campaign.

Australian musician Jona Weinhofen in PETA's controversial anti-wool campaign. Photo: PETA

Australian musician Jona Weinhofen in PETA’s controversial anti-wool campaign. Photo: PETA

Australian musician Jona Weinhofen in PETA’s controversial anti-wool campaign. Photo: PETA

Nature is cruel. I have rescued and wept over sheep ripped apart by wild dogs. Chooks taken by foxes and wild boars. Ducks stolen by wild dogs, and hunted by sea eagles. Chicks swallowed whole by pythons. Cattle, alpaca, sheep and piglets felled by paralysis ticks. Alpaca attacked by wild dogs, birth deformities and so on.
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And yes, some farming practices are cruel – ripping calves straight off their mothers to assuage our endless hunger for dairy products. We have rescued many male “bobby” calves to save them being shot but they often just lie down and die. No will to live. They want their mothers and who can blame them?

None of us are perfect. And there are certainly farming methods that can be improved. But ultimately we, as consumers, can demand that change by choosing sustainable produced fruit, vegetables and meat with a transparent supply chain from paddock to plate. Or not. We can continue to expect the duopoly to make ethical choices us for us, believe the sales hype on the packaging, or we can connect with farmers and make sure that what they say is true.

The latest PETA campaign with Aussie born and raised musician Jona Weinhofen carrying a fake freshly shorn sheep covered in blood is offensive to the public and farmers alike. More shock and awe from the vociferous vegans with farmers left reeling in their tracks.

Sheep need to be shorn every year just like we need our hair cut. Without shearing sheep can die of heat, and would struggle to carry the weight of an unshorn fleece. Shearing is essential regardless of whether the wool is used for insulation, carpets, woollen clothes etc. In fact most Aussie wool goes to the UK where everyday people wear wool everyday.

Australians don’t wear wool, they wear mass produced cotton and synthetics from China. It’s all very convenient to express shock at the poor sheep, but not to question the terrifying pollution in China (think of the birds), the chemical run-off into rivers and streams from bleaching, dyeing processes and so on (think of the fish, the frogs, the water birds, the eels, turtles etc). The chemicals needed to turn petrochemicals into clothes, let alone the pesticides used in the growing of cotton. Give me a nice woollen jumper any day!

Australia grew on the sheep’s back and now we scorn those animals and the shearers who were our lifeblood. Yes, there are some pricks in the industry. Show me an industry that doesn’t have a few cruel, heartless people.

Sometimes sheep do get a few nicks while shearing. So do some men while shaving their faces. It’s nothing to bleat over. And certainly not the bloodbath PETA would have us believe.

If PETA and the rabid vegans of the world want to change the eating and wearing habits of the masses they need to stick to the truth, examine their own hypocrisies, and have an open and honest debate and discussion about animal welfare and where food comes from.

They need to acknowledge there is no perfect way to be human on this planet without harming animals. Everything we eat, everything we buy, everything we use has involved some process which harms the environment and therefore harms animals – all the chemicals and plastics and dioxins and pesticides and fossil fuels that are used every day in order to give us the plastic packaging, smartphones, computers, synthetic fleece and plastic shoes mass produced in sweatshops by small children.

Vegans profess kindness to animals, but my God they can be cruel to their fellow humans if they don’t agree with their lifestyle choices. Humans are animals too!

And there is a conscious way to eat meat, which I have reluctantly realised is good for the human body. I’m older now, hopefully wiser, and more aware and honest about what my body needs to be healthy – that includes some meat. We can all eat meat more consciously – buy direct from the farmer, share a beast with friends – fill the freezer and then eat sparingly and with due reverence for the life that has been given. Wear wool with pride and joy – not only is it better for our bodies to wear natural fibres that can breathe easily, but the planet can breathe better without all those chemical concoctions used for man made fibre.

For the record, bees are happy to have honey harvested when the hives are overflowing. We always leave plenty for them to survive and thrive. Nothing could be more natural than wearing and weaving wool, hemp and flax, eating eggs and honey to supplement the fruit and veg we grow, and occasionally killing a beast and feasting, storing all the rest in the freezer. One steer will feed our family beef for two years. This is how humans have always eaten – with respect and love for nature, with honour for all life, with gratitude for nature’s abundance, using the whole beast, skin and all for leather.

I used to be a vegan. But I’m all right now.

 

The politics & ethics of live export

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We can be proud that Australians are so horrified by further revelations of horrific cruelty to our live exports. It shows us as the compassionate, caring people we are. And we must applaud the work of the animal activists who have exposed these horrors. But the Live Export issue is a political hot potato and we must tread with caution, especially in an ISIL era of heightened fear and suspicion of Islamic practices and ideals. The Live export trade is a necessary and lucrative business for Australian farmers and Government and also a mainstay of political goodwill between our nation and others. In 2009 the Live export industry earned $996.5 million and provided employment for approximately 10,000 people in rural Australia. Improving outcomes for our animals means addressing cultural differences in a diplomatic manner or insisting on humane slaughter here in Australia. But the reality is that there are many nations and people who will not accept that. This is a long game which will take years to resolve satisfactorily. Despite the hysteria it is not practical or appropriate to stop something so big overnight. If we ban live exports, those countries currently importing our livestock will simply source elsewhere or grow their own. We are actually better placed to improve animal welfare by continuing the trade and working closely with the supply chain, tightening loopholes and insisting on the highest standards and treatment at every step. We can work with recipient countries’ governments to change attitudes and treatment of animals at purchase and slaughter. We can’t do that if we walk away. Advertisement Farmers tend to duck at times like this. Frightened of the fracas and the cruel words sprayed around like shotgun fire by people with little understanding of the realities of animal production for human consumption. Most animal activists tend to be vegetarian or vegan which obviously kew their understanding of animals as a protein source for the majority of mankind. However, their work in exposing atrocities to our animals awakens Australian carnivores’ compassion in a huge hue and cry on Social and Mainstream Media. What I find so interesting is that those same people are not more interested in where their meat comes from within Australia. How Australian animals are treated, trucked and killed. There is plenty of shock value in the images from overseas but day after day Australian animals are trucked huge distances without feed or water to saleyards or abattoirs or new owners. Australian abattoirs are ever fewer and further between and on farm slaughter banned except for own consumption, so travel stress is a given in every animal’s life. Yes, our slaughter practices are among the best in the world, but you only have to take your animals to the abattoir once to understand that mass management of animals in high stress life and death situations is never going to be pretty. Animals are very smart – they know exactly what is going on, and like humans facing death they struggle and try to run from their ultimate reality. Australians need to be far more cognizant of the fact that animals die in their hundreds of thousands every day here in Australia in order to support the Aussie obsession with meat and lots of it. And what of the lives led by these animals before they die? Chickens raised in huge sheds sickening with the acrid stench of faeces, too big to stand on their own legs, genetically modified to grow to kill weight in a mere 5-7 weeks, as opposed to what is natural – 14-20 weeks. These chickens are sick and stressed and Australians eat them in their millions – 400 million are raised and killed in Australia each year. But where is the angst about that? Is it ok to be cruel to chickens, but not beef or sheep? Is it OK for Aussies to torture their own animals, but not our trading partners? Advertisement What of egg production? Aussies love their super cheap eggs and believe all the spin and pretty pictures on the boxes. But the reality is far from the claims and images at the supermarket fridges – huge stinking sheds of tortured chooks leading miserable lives of imprisonment to provide those eggs. And what of the pigs raised on concrete floors in huge barns, only seeing the light of day for the first time when loaded for the long trip to the slaughterhouse. Pigs and chooks should be free to roam and forage. Where is the outrage and uproar about that? Hypocrisy is inherent in the human condition. Never more so when it comes to live animals and their welfare and the demand for cheap meat at the supermarket. Before we criticise other religions and races for their handling of our animals, we need to carefully examine our consciences and own backyards. Let every person who feels outrage at the treatment of Australian animals overseas carefully examine their own conscience and where their meat comes from – how and where it is raised and slaughtered and turned into food. Yes, Australians need to have a conversation about animal welfare. Let’s start with our own backyard first.

Conscious consumption

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A revolution is long overdue in our unconscious over-consumption. We have become inured to where our food or clothes come from or how they reach the supermarket shelves. Most people simply don’t care, as long as it is cheap. They don’t know or care about Genetically Modified food and cotton- the gross manipulation of nature, the fact that ag chemical giant Monsanto is funding GMO, that GMO crops are routinely sprayed with toxic cancer causing chemical Round-Up, and that Monsanto’s aim is to own all the world’s seeds and have them under patent – own the seeds, own all the food in the world – seeds are the beginning of life.

The vast majority couldn’t care less where their meat comes from – many don’t even know which animal their cold cut comes from. We have lost all respect for life – any life, whether it be human or animal. We are merciless, pitiless, selfish, angry. And it may well be that the normal western diet of coffee, meat & alcohol overtaxes the body and fuels our rage. But a shift is happening – populaces are protesting about live exports, which is great – they are beginning to equate animals with suffering and slaughter and their minds are opening to the treatment of the animals they expect on their plate. Ripples on the pond.

Most people don’t know or question what chemicals are used to produce their broad scale farmed fruit and vegetables, and what damage the run off does to the ground where it kills earthworms, dung beetles etc and poisons the ground for generations to come, or how many fish and other stream and river life that same run off causes once it reaches the waterways. Let alone what those same sprays are doing to the bees and air borne insects which are all part of our incredibly complicated ecological tapestry. Cotton, wheat, corn etc . . . it’s so hard to be sure what we are buying if we shop in the big chain stores.
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And then there is the way in which supermarkets and big food chains are screwing farmers to the wall on pricing, so they are forced to compromise quality for quantity, using every unnatural means available to meet the demands of a few big buyers. Superphosphate in the soil, locking up the nutrients and salinating the soil, which then leaches into the waterways, killing wildlife etc . . . and on and on it goes.

Of course there are the feedlots, breeding E Coli in cattle by forcing them to eat grain while standing cheek to jowl in unnatural concentration camps, fattening up for slaughter . . . and the hormones and other chemicals used to grow obscenely large chickens to further fill our plates . . . what about the global wave of infertility, surely that is related to all the unnatural hormones in our foods?

Now let’s talk about the power and water used in the industrialised farming system – pumping vast amounts of water onto parched lands – draining the rivers where the wildlife can no longer survive once their lifeblood is dried. The devastating damage done to the landscape in order to produce coal fired power. The senselessness of our preoccupation with destroying the earth to dig coal out of the ground when solar is so readily available. Indeed the industrial revolution is still powering our thinking, growing and raising practices, when we need to revert to a more local, agricultural, and needs based farming system.

But there is a groundswell of people who are questioning the ethics and realities of the food and clothing industries. Who want to know where their food comes from – how it is grown or raised and killed (if they eat meat). People who are putting their consciousness onto their plates and making sure that they can account for the provenance of every mouthful. .

These are often the same people who don’t want thirsty cotton clothing, bleached and then dyed with noxious chemicals. These consumers would rather pay more for organic cotton or hemp – who care about factory slavery in Vietnam, Bangladesh and China. Who prefer natural wool products from sheep and alpacas raised solely for fleece, rather than petrochemically produced clothing which pollutes our blue planet.

We are all hypocrites in one way or another, such is the nature of our human-ness. We all make mistakes and fall down in some way in our consumption choices. It’s hard to be a fully conscious being at all times, in all areas.

As we all tighten our belts and lockdown for a few more years of tight budgetting, it is time to become aware of where our hard earned dollars are going, to buy less and more consciously, closer to home, supporting local farmers and industries and paying for quality, not quantity – getting back to basics.

Controlled burns are better than the alternative

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Burning off has proven unpopular with land owners fearing legal repercussions and politicians unwilling to make tough decisions, writes Sophie Love. Expect to see more devastating fires as a result.

How many more Australians have to die, how many more homes have to be lost before the Federal Government acts to implement strategies to protect Australians and their properties?

Australia is getting hotter, more populous and disconnected from the realities of life on the land here. Prescribed burning, or burning-off, is a crucial land management tool which stimulates germination and rejuvenates the landscape.

But vast tracts of crown land, as well as small properties abutting native bush, are rarely burnt off. In most states, less than 2 per cent of forested crown lands have prescribed burns.

Where I live, we have had five years of above average rainfall and the load on the ground is phenomenal.

We have to find the balance between generations of Aussie farmers who burn off indiscriminately every year (thus producing more carbon, depleting soil hummus and causing further soil salinity), and the well-meaning so-called tree huggers who think all flora and fauna will die in a burn off. (NB: Some of the finest environmentalists I know are farmers, and I often hug trees!)

Naturally occurring compost from trees and vegetation, which grows vigorously in spring and summer and then dies back and falls to the ground in autumn and winter, is necessary for healthy soil. Well covered soil absorbs and retains water, and dead and hollow trees and limbs provide homes for parrots, possums, and bats. Ground dwellers protect themselves with fallen leaves and tree debris. But a contained burn on a cool winter day can be controlled far more easily than a raging rangeland fire on a 40-plus degree day, fanned by summer southerlies.

A cool or controlled burn is manageable and the wildlife can escape. I’ve seen singed possums scamper ahead and find a fresh tree to climb. A cool burn doesn’t burn high into the foliage of the trees like a summer scorcher. Those are the fires that kill, and which we have to prevent.

But burning off has become such a contentious subject. I know farmers in places like Kangaroo Valley who burned off for generations, but for 10 years or more have been too scared to burn, fearing legal repercussions from neighbouring newbie landholders in case a fire ‘gets away’. Such legal action has been taken in other jurisdictions. But if there was a fire in a bowl like Kangaroo Valley now, how would anyone get away? Who takes the ultimate responsibility for land and bush management in Australia? Who decides what needs to be burnt and when so that we no longer have to witness these horrifying scenes on our televisions?

When a neighbour doesn’t burn on their property, it puts us at risk. On days like today I am scared of what might happen if the current fire just five kilometres from us keeps going. It’s happened before. It’s jumped the river and it’s raged through this valley, and that’s why last winter, when all the forecasters were predicting a hot dry spring, we burnt off.

Some people around here think we are weird because we don’t do it every year. As the current caretakers of this oasis, we prefer to feed the soil by slashing grasses and allowing them to decay and compost.

But we have a four year-old as well as animals that we love, and a 100-year-old timber farm house. We won’t risk it or live in fear or have to spend a day like today fighting for our lives and livelihood. So we burn when it is obvious that that is the smart and safe thing to do. The animals come back, the grasses recover and some seeds, like banksia, need the heat of fire in order to germinate.

So who takes responsibility for burning off the travelling stock reserves, the state forests, the national parks and the council-owned lantana-choked verges? Who gets the power to safeguard Australia from the very real and present threat of fire?

We have had a Royal Commission into the Victorian bushfires of 2009, and yet only four years later we are facing a firewall across the Tasman. When are Australians going to stop being so damned provincial and demand federal legislation with sweeping powers across all states and territories?

Of course, we all face different climates and country, but the very real threat of fire unites us all. It’s no good just recommending how to escape from bush fire and building houses to try to withstand them. We need to prevent them by burning off responsibly, regularly, and safely.

Someone has to protect the landscape, and its inhabitants, both animal and human. We need a federal fire service that actively polices both private and public land and prosecutes those who don’t burn off; charges money to provide a controlled burn off service; and executes cool weather burns in order to keep us all safe. Clearly we can’t rely on state and territory government-controlled fire, parks and wildlife and environment agencies to make these tough, often unpopular, decisions to burn off public spaces.

The Bushfire CRC has started to bring bushfire agencies together to share and learn from research. But it is obviously not enough or we would not have witnessed this week’s devastation. We must fund a federal initiative to actively manage fire risk by reducing flammable load.

Please, let not one more home or life be lost. Let not one more royal commission fail us. We need a bipartisan, practical and grounded future to protect us from fires, and must commit to a program of responsible, strategic, and controlled burns across Australia.

The burn or bury dilemma

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Two days before Christmas I had to make a horrible decision and asked my husband to finally shoot my horse. She had cancer. I would have done anything to keep my friend here with me, and over the past 3 months she has received many a ‘stay of execution’ as I imagined improvements, however slight.

But eventually it was obvious that she was in pain. I couldn’t bear that. Burying a horse is a huge endeavour, requiring a big hole. That means earthmoving equipment which we can’t afford at the moment. And I don’t think I could have borne putting her in the ground and then having the weight of it on top of her. The only other option is burning. I have always been a believer in cremation and so this felt right for me.

The morning after the fateful night, I went to say my goodbyes. She had chosen to lie down at the foot of a lovely rainforest tree which had coated the ground in pink flowers and as she lay during the night, more had fallen on her. She wasn’t there, but that body that I love so much was. I cut off some of her mane and tail for jewellery in remembrance of her and finally drove away and told my husband it was his turn to go and do what he had to do. He felled a long dead tree, split it, and built the most beautiful pyre. Burning a body requires a very hot fire but I was surprised how small it seemed to be. As in life, Baby was beautiful to the bitter end. The fire burned hot, bright and with cascades of shooting golden sparks – like champagne. She was glad to be free.

Over the Christmas week I fed the fire every day, determined that there would be nothing left. I had to rake bones back into the fire and while my heart was breaking it felt good to do something really practical and it was very grounded. After all, we will all die one day.

In my grief and pain, and amidst the practicalities, I mused on which is better – burn or bury?

And I learned things perhaps we don’t need to know. As I strove to burn all the bones I googled cremation process and learned that no cremation is hot enough to destroy all the bones, and that in all commercial cremations something called a crepusculator is used to grind the remains into the fine ash we associate with cremated remains. All death is final, but it seems that cremation is more so. Once they are gone, they’re gone. There can be no imagining of their whole and perfect body which burial allows us. With burial in those airtight boxes we can imagine our beloved sleeping peacefully underground. Still whole. That is very reassuring. Although I have fought the urge in the past to dig up a dog a few days after burial just to hold him once more.

Burial gives us a place to mourn and grieve, a place to speak and imagine we are heard. A place to go to share this enormous burden of grief. I had never understood the roadside grave markers but now I see that the exact spot where someone has died holds enormous significance for us. As if some part of their soul still remains there. I had always thought that burial binds us to the earth as if our souls can’t fly free once entombed. Now I see we are always held here in the hearts and minds of those who have loved us.

It is easier to imagine our loved ones soaring free on the breeze after cremation because they are no more, and have abandoned their earthly body. But maybe in all death, no matter how we dispose of the remains, the journey for those left behind is in coming to terms with the irreversible nature of their loss. Never to touch, never to hold, never to stroke again. My hands almost hurt with the need to touch her.

The glade where she lived out her last months and finally died is where I see her still and where I go to howl out my pain. Grief is so raw, ragged and furious. So primitive. Now I understand Aboriginal and African wailing for the dead. But in pristine, crowded, cemeteries how can modern Australians allow themselves to be prostrate with grief and to rage at the heavens and howl out their pain? Do we allow space and room for grief in modern society? It’s a long process. A lonely journey. In our denial of death and our seeking to reman ‘forever young’ have we forgotten how to honour death and the pain of those left behind. We don’t talk about it, we like to gloss over it, we won’t dwell on it. But surely only in full exploration of our emotions are we able to set both our beloved and ourselves free and to carry on.

Life is for the living but we carry the dead with us in our hearts. As city cemeteries become fuller and land price prime, don’t we need to have a conversation with the living that we love about what will happen when we die? A living will, a prosaic appreciation of the inevitability of our own demise. And to have this discussion in our own homes, weighing up whether our bodies are better burned or buried and where we want our earthly remains to lie.

The Renewable Revolution is HERE

History in the making, The Renewable Revolution is HERE and NOW – JOIN IT!
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Two hundred years ago, the Industrial and Agricultural Revolutions were in full spate, with first a trickle and then a flood of machines, which facilitated increased production, and the mechanisation of every form of agrarian and industrial pursuit. Prior to the invention of the steam engine and the mechanisation of production, invention of factories etc., the Domestic System meant that each family was involved in its own cottage industry, which contributed to the whole. Production was small scale, involved the whole family, and home based. Communities were self-sustaining and interlaced, travel was limited and expensive and a high value was placed on goods, workmanship and food, where the manufacturer or producer was an integral part of the population.

The invention and then improvement of the steam engine, and the subsequent increase in demand for coal changed all that. Previously mining had been small scale, local and shallow. The huge demand for coal to fuel the new machines meant ever-deeper exploration of the earth and the invention of factories started the migration of workers and the centralisation of population into the cities that housed them. Production was increased across every sphere but life started to become very different. Instead of home based industries, which accommodated the family in every age and stage, and embraced community, the smoke belching cities became a magnet and families were divided into those who went to work and others stayed home. Entire families went to work in the new factories and the mines in order to increase income, which was often a pittance, workers were crowded into slums with no sanitation where disease was rife.

While the poor gravitated to the cities with the promise of a better standard of living, all that was created was a new class of ‘working poor’ with just enough for a subsistence existence, literally ‘working for the man’ who owned the factory, the slums, the factory school and the shop where they spent their meager earnings.

The Luddites rebelled by smashing the machinery that replaced their skilled artisanship with cheap, unskilled, labour and mass production. Many of these rioters and wreckers were either executed or transported to penal colonies in America or Australia. Riots swept the U.K, culminating in the Peterloo massacre. The Luddites might have been a restless minority and seemingly achieved little, but like the 1891 shearer strike and riots in Australia, the underbelly of unrest politicised the country and led to the rise of the trade union movement.

Two hundred years later we are totally dependent on coal and the mechanisation of every facet of our existence. Little could any Lancashire Luddite have dreamt how mass produced our clothes are now – let alone that they are mainly made of plastic, not the wool they carded and wove with such skill and dexterity. No Farmer would believe our vast treeless plains of GM crops or acres of monoculture cropping. They would shudder at our industrialised feedlots, poultry houses, and egg production. We have industrialised and made factories of every facet of our lives – our schools, syllabus, day care centres, farming, and supermarkets.

And while we have gained in convenience, we have lost in connection as we become ever more dependent on machines and ever more removed from the land that feeds and fuels us.

But there is a groundswell moving in the opposite direction (some would say backwards). Seeking to create intentional communities, sharing transport, centred on home based businesses. City dwellers relieving themselves of the rat race and going back to a simpler, less stressful way of life. Seeking self-sufficiency and a more meaningful relationship with the earth, their children, neighbors and family.

A growing number of global citizens who see that our reliance on fossil fuels feeds our ‘greed is good’ mindset and is destructive – to the planet, to the atmosphere, to our connections to each other and community, and to our connection to Mother Earth. These visionaries have led the Renewable Revolution by showing us that we can indeed have all the machines we are so dependent on, but that they needn’t be destructive. That Nature’s abundant resources can fuel us. We don’t need to keep digging deep into the earth, destabilising our foundations, when sun, sea, wind and water can give us all we need in terms of power.

The Industrial Revolution was driven by a monied few excited by the linings of their own pockets, while the Renewable Revolution is being stymied by the same monied minority scared of what the future holds if we cease to be reliant on their coal and oil.

In Australia those people are larger than life and twice as vocal. In the U.S. they are more veiled and powerful behind closed doors. But the populace sees the sense in solar, wind and geothermal and no amount of naysaying by the power brokers will convince them otherwise. Because ordinary Australians look up and see how much sun we are blessed (and sometimes cursed with) we feel its heat on our skin, we experience the abundance and so harnessing it makes total sense. If the grey and gloomy skied Europeans can be leading the world in their take up of wind and solar power, why are we lagging so far behind?

Is it simply that the powerful few have Government so tightly in their grasp? Like the Luddites they will have to accept that progress is inevitable, we have to keep evolving and the new revolution is literally ‘back to the future’ – powering our lives and needs without pollution, high prices and petrochemicals.

A hundred years from now we will look back on the late nineties and noughties as The Renewable Revolution. We need to embrace it, advocate for it, force Government and Industry to accept it and welcome in the dawn of this new age.

The water disconnect between city and country

http://www.abc.net.au/unleashed/4379820.html

We have to start to think before we unconsciously consume. We have to take responsibility for our waste and use resources wisely. Turn off the taps, waste not and want not, and stop seeing farmers as the enemy, writes Sophie Love.

We’re celebrating 40mm of heaven sent out here on the farm. It’s not enough, but it’s a start.

After three months of no rain the earth was cracked, scorched and rock hard causing pain and joint problems for older humans and horses. All the grass was dead and the bush, normally throbbing with life, was eerily quiet.

The wild dogs and cats have been foraging closer to the river and we have seen wallabies with their heads ripped off and have feared for our lambs and cria. The paralysis ticks have been abnormally abundant and we have two alpacas down with paralysis and we are tick checking all stock daily.

The river is at least two feet lower than normal, and lower than where it sat at the end of a five year drought. After five years of relentless flooding, that hardly seems possible but it is true. The river is our lifeblood and watching it drop daily is very depressing, as is the lack of growth in what should be the surge of spring.

Down in the big smoke (Sydney) a few weeks ago I saw sprinklers merrily soaking lawns and, when I enquired, was told that no water restrictions were in place. Hello?

Turning on the radio in the car as I race around feeding animals (we can’t get radio in the house), I hear news readers and radio jocks lamenting the storms in capitals across NSW and Queensland while we, their country cousins, are dancing, singing and screaming with joy at the sound of rain on the roof.

The disconnect between city and country is scary enough around food, but when it comes to water, on one of the driest continents on earth, it is downright terrifying. Australians consume more water, per capita, than anywhere else on earth, yet we refuse to consume recycled or reclaimed water. Why?

The CSIRO stated way back in 2004 that Australia could lead the world in water recycling, and State and Federal governments alike have invested public money in feasibility studies over the past 10 years. The only implementation issue every study identifies is the Australian public’s outright rejection of treated waste water.

Across all States and Territories of Australia, recycled water is used for industry and irrigation of parks, playing fields and golf courses. NSW’s Goulbourn Valley sees the benefit in using nutrient rich recycled water for irrigation of farms in one of Australia’s natural food bowls. Our most populated city, Sydney, recycles just 3 per cent of its water.

As more and more Australians travel the globe, they have showered, bathed in, and drunk (doubtless in blissful ignorance) recycled waste water in England, Spain, Florida, California, Singapore, Arizona, Belgium etc. So why are Aussies baulking at boosting their domestic water supplies with recycled water?

Why are our city slickers still so stubborn? Too precious apparently to sully themselves with treated sewage. Still over 60 per cent of the water supplied to Australian homes becomes waste water, which is minimally treated and pumped straight out into our rivers and ocean outfalls. As a nation of beach goers and fish eaters do we still really think that is a good idea in 2012?

In addition, when it rains in the suburbs and cities all that glorious water is seen rushing down kerbsides and stormwater drains where it increases flood activity in rivers and pollution in the seascape. Why aren’t we harvesting it?

It is incredible that such a young country, with such a dynamic and diverse population, seems to be so far behind the rest of the world in harnessing our natural resources. How can we possibly become waterwise if we don’t pay a premium for water usage or accept the inevitable and embrace recycled water?

Federal and State governments need to be prepared to make hard choices, however unpopular they are, in order to safeguard aquifers, serve Australia’s population growth and increased water usage for generations to come.

We are no longer a few hundred reprobates in Sydney Cove, but a population of almost 23 million, still acting like children in our wanton wastage of water and resources. Most Australians use approximately 400 litres of water a day each – that’s 1.5 billion litres of water down the pan every day. I wonder how much rain needs to fall each and every day to supply that much water? Do city slickers ever think about where their water comes from? Or make the correlation between rain and water usage? Judging by the distress the radio announcers greet grey skies and precipitation with, I guess not.

Fringe dwellers have to stop pumping effluent out into the seascape and start pumping treated water back into their homes. Treated effluent can be used as fertiliser on outlying farms, or compressed into bricks to be used as solid bio fuel. Every home needs to provide its own water for plants and lawns from a home purchased rainwater tank (pray tell why city dwellers get rebates for rainwater tanks, while people in the country, who rely on rainwater for all their needs, get none?). Tap water in most Australian cities is already full of chemicals and fluoride, a few more won’t even be noticed. And for those who care about what they put in their bodies, there are plenty of filtration systems to detox the water for drinking.

As a global village and as a nation we have to start connecting with where all these things that we take for granted actually come from – milk, vegetables, meat, water, power, clothes, fibres etc. We have to start to take responsibility for our impact on the environment and start to make conscious, informed and educated choices.

We have to start to think before we unconsciously consume. We have to take responsibility for our waste and use resources wisely. We have to stop acting as if the drought is behind us, and accept the fact that Australia is a land of dramatic climatic challenges, that climate change is a reality and both city and country have to work together to harness our resources.

Turn off the taps, waste not and want not, and stop seeing farmers as the enemy – we are the canaries in the coal mine, warning that all is not well with the rape and pillage of this great land of ours. Listen before it is too late.

Securing Australia’s food future

http://www.onlineopinion.com.au/view.asp?article=13979

Last week Chris Hartcher, with a straight face, announced that coal seam gas extraction (fracking) and food production can co-exist. Julia and Tony wrangled over how much of Australia’s farmland to sell to overseas interests and a NSW dairy farmer’s wife sent Coles into spin fever with a comment on their facebook page which garnered 75,000 ‘likes’.  Forgive me for beating the same old drum, but where will Australian food come from when every farmer has left the land, we have mined and fracked the fertile food plains and sold the farm overseas?

It is becoming increasingly clear that both politicians and corporations are completely out of step not only with the farmers but with ordinary Australians who fully grasp the issue of food security and are glad to stand up and campaign about it.

No one who has watched the American amateur documentary ‘Gasland’ can believe that we are still having a discussion about fracking in this country.  Australia is one of the driest continents on earth, we have almost constant water issues and the Great Artesian Basin below us provides the only reliable source of freshwater through much of inland Australia.  In addition our network of rivers and creeks are our literal lifeblood.  To even contemplate activities which we know from the US and Queensland experience poison groundwater is incomprehensible.  Short term decisions will wreak havoc on our water, and therefore existence, for ever.  Poison the well and the outcome is obvious. Water is too precious a resource for politicians funded by mining magnates to dice with.  France has been the first country to ban coal seam gas extraction.  We need to say no, too. Intelligent Australians don’t want cancer causing chemicals in their groundwater, and therefore food, when are the pollies going to catch up?

Meanwhile Julia and Tony wrangle over who gets to sell the farm.  I am no xenophobe, overseas investment is to be welcomed as long as food produced in Australia feeds Australians as well as foreigners.  The next big challenge for the world is feeding its ever expanding population.  Futurists are predicting global food shortages as well as lack and scarcity on a par with WWII rationing.  Australia escaped rationing then because it could feed itself and its friends in war torn Europe.  But if Chinese and Indian interests are buying Australian farms and food production facilities, as their huge populations increase beyond their land’s ability to feed their own, surely Australia’s food potential will all be shipped offshore?   And then where will the food for Australians come from?

In my local dairy based town, the co-operative have just sold their cheese making facility to an Indian conglomerate intent on continuing the current lines and installing apparatus for making milk powder for the Indian market.  They say they are going to pay local farmers more per litre for their milk than the current market price for ready freeze dried milk from purpose built facilities in Victoria.  Really?  Or is that just spin the starving dairy farmers fell for because the alternative – slaughtering the stock and selling up the farm five generations have slaved over, is too awful to contemplate?

If the world commits to cutting CO2 emissions and pricing pollution, how can we afford to fly in all our food?  And as populations increase and explode won’t current food source nations such as The Philippines, Vietnam, China, South Africa, Argentina and Japan lock down their resources to feed their own inhabitants?  These may seem like scaremongering worst case scenarios but we don’t know what the future holds and therefore we must be cautious, careful, take the long term view, be protective of our resources and practice careful husbandry (just like a farmer!)

Out in the real world, a NSW Dairy Farmer’s wife took her frustrations out on Facebook as her family struggled to stay alive on the paltry price paid for milk by Coles.  Over 75,000 people agreed with her plea for Wesfarmers to honour Aussie farmers with a fair price for providing the most basic of foodstuffs, full of goodness, which remains the staple table fair for healthy Australians.  Coles complained of an ‘orchestrated campaign’, apparently deleting the post to the ire of an extraordinary number of ordinary Australians who care more about Australia’s farming future and food security than they do about another buck in their hip pocket.

If only the duopoly which dominates Australia’s food intake would listen to their customers and realise that there is a global revolution away from fast food in favour of slow food and a visible chain from farmer to plate.  Hugh Fearnley Whittingstall, Jamie Oliver, Stephanie Alexander and Richard Cornish, among others, are as passionate about the origins of food as they are about the final plate on the table.  Discerning customers are fed up with factory style farming and the tasteless pap it produces.  They want real food that tastes good, is rich in nutrients and really fuels our bodies, as well as feeds us.

Sure, there will always be a percentage of the population for whom price really matters, who stretch a dollar further than most of us would  believe possible.  Those people also know how to make do and mend and would be the first to support farmers demanding a fair price for their produce.  There will also always be people for whom liquor and cigarettes take priority over food and the supermarkets meet their needs too.

The increasing success of Farmer’s Markets are testimony to the fact that Australians are choosing healthier food options and want to be involved in the food chain from paddock to plate.  They want to reconnect with the men, women and children working the land.  They want their children to know where food comes from, to take responsibility for freshness, goodness and the life and health giving necessity of food.  We all need it, we all eat it, we all need to get more involved in making sure that we have plenty of Australian grown, reared, raised and nurtured food for every generation to come.