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I am 7th Generation in the Australian Cattle Industry. I grew up on a cattle station in North Queensland. My husband and I run a Livestock Agency (hence the reference to mobile phones)as well as a small hobby farm with our two young children.

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Friday, 8 June 2012

Our Beef With Untruths



 So I'm sitting here on a cool winter morning, procrastinating on Facebook as usual, when a friend posted this video:




 

For those of you who don't know (and I didn't know until this morning either) that The Gentle Barn is a sanctuary farm on the outskirts of Los Angeles, California. They have over 160 animals on just six acres.  They "rescue" farm animals (claiming most of them are starved, tortured, abandoned or from "backyard butchers").  They then ask for donations to help with the feeding, medical expenses and upkeep of animals.  I must admit they seem to do fantastic work with disadvantaged and special needs children.  I take my hat off to them for doing such outstanding community service for the children AND animals.

But why does this have to come at the expense of accuracy?  Why do they feel the need to blatantly condemn other professions such as farming?  Why let the truth get in the way of a good story?

This is what they say on the Website (http://www.gentlebarn.org/index.php) about this cow Karma:  Karma was rescued from a cruelty case where she had no food, water, or shelter, and enormous stress. We were able to save her two sons as well, and she is an excellent mom. Now their every need will be taken care of. 

So a group of rural men and women who live and breathe cattle watched this video expecting to have our hearts broken about this poor tiny baby calf, starving cow and magical reunion.  Instead we sat there in disbelief, indignant that a cause as great as The Gentle Barn could blatantly make up the story for their own purposes.  

We put together a few of these points:

·       The website claims she had no food/water and was under incredible stress where she came from.  She’s looking like she’s in fantastic condition for a cow that hasn’t been fed or watered as well as feeding a large calf.  She looks to us like she’s had ample food.  Also Karma was rescued in November 2008 and Governor Schwarzenegger declared a drought state of emergency in February 2009.  She was only removed from the “cruelty case” the night before.  She’s obviously been well fed in a state that’s been drought declared. 
·       If cows are under considerable stress, they will not continue to produce milk.  Karma had plenty of milk.  If she didn’t she wouldn’t have had leaky udders and would have weaned her calf long before this video was taken.
·       It astounds me that people who take in these animals can’t read the easiest signs about them.  The narrator of the video claims that they had no idea the cow had a calf. To anyone that has half a clue about cattle it would have been obvious that she was lactating.  Even if her udder had recently been sucked out, it would have been obvious by the shape and texture of her teats.
·       Speaking of reading obvious signs, it turns out 8mths after her rescue; the owners of The Gentle Barn went to lock her up one evening to find a hoof protruding from her.  Yes, Karma was calving and they had no idea she was even pregnant, something which should have been very noticeable.  Karma would have had to get in calf before she was “rescued” (cattle have a nine month gestation period), something she wouldn’t have done if starved, dehydrated and stressed.  Karma would have found it quite hard to sustain milk for Mr Rojas (older calf) and carry Surprise (new calf) without extra care (which she wouldn’t have received as they did not know she was pregnant).
·       Our guess is judging by the size of the calf shown that it was being weaned by the previous owner.  Something that is done by all farmers for good animal welfare.  If the calf is not separated from its mother by a certain time the mother will wean the calf naturally by kicking it in the head every time it tries to suck.  I would have thought people at The Gentle Barn were going to have to separate the calf in the not too distant future to stop this happening.  By re-introducing the calf to the mother it’s just drawn out the process. Under the clip, a comment asks why the man didn’t carry the calf.  The Gentle Barn replies that the calf weighs around 300lbs (approx. 126kg) so is too heavy.  A calf that size and in that condition would be most capable to survive without its mother’s milk.  After further reading it turns out that Mr Rojas was never weaned by the Gentle Barn, putting him at risk of injury and putting undue physical strain on Karma.  Also in several blogs written by The Gentle Barn, they say Karma and her “tiny” baby Mr Rojas. The  Mr Rojas in the rescue video is beyond tiny.
·       Karma has just been moved to a strange environment and put in with strange cattle.  She will be bellowing as much for familiarity as for her calf
·       The video claims that Karma tries to break down the pasture fence.  She’s not in a pasture; she’s in a pen with hard dirt ground and artificial shelter.  From what we can see Karma and the other cow don’t even have a bale of hay to graze on as is a cow’s natural behaviour.  Looking at other animals, they are in the same sort of environment.  160+ animals on 6acres is quite intensive.  I’m wondering if they have any vet checks or at least someone well practiced in dealing with animal health on board?  Probably not if they didn’t realise Karma was in calf.  If that was a working farm and had animals at that density there would no doubt be an uproar.
·       The calf is obviously not halter broken.  You can’t just put a calf on a lead and expect it to follow.  You’re better off pushing it than pulling it.  Another thing that I’m astounded by these people not doing.  Pulling on that calf would have been unbelievably stressful for it.  I know their hearts are in the right place, but honestly? Calves are no different to foals or puppies when being taught to lead.
·       The calf is in great condition.  He has ample fat around his brisket or dewlap (the fold of skin under its neck.  If it was starving, it would not be so full looking).  It’s not falling over because he’s weak.  He’s throwing himself down just like a reluctant toddler, simply because he’s sick of being dragged around.  Being away from his mother for one day would not have caused such weakness. Also if cattle collapse from weakness, their front legs buckle and they go nose first.  Not flip themselves on their sides like in the video.
·       If he was that weak, he would have been easy enough to carry with two people, he would not have put up much of a fight.
·       Why not back the trailer into the yards, so they could let the calf walk out by itself and not go through the stress of being dragged around?
·       This wasn’t said on the video but I’m sure a lot of people look at the end bit and say “oh look, the poor little baby is crying because of what’s happened”.  Newsflash: cattle don’t cry with emotion.  They can’t wipe their eyes out with their hooves like we can with our fingers.  So their eye watering mechanism is really touchy.  Poor calf probably had heaps of dust it his eyes from throwing itself down in the dirt so his eyes were watering to clean out.
·       Another comment under the clip on YouTube asks about dairy to which The Gentle Barn answers “have you tried soy”.  No mention of the huge environmental and health problems with soy. But according to any Animal Rights groups, dairy calves are taken from their mothers from birth and slaughtered very young.  To us, Karma doesn’t even look like a dairy cow.

You’re probably wondering what a beef farmer from North Queensland is doing writing about a sanctuary in California.  It’s because this type of farming misinformation is so common these days that someone has to stand up and say “hey, that’s not right”.  Before the world thinks that whatever is written by animal rights groups is gospel.

As I said before, The Gentle Barn does some great work, but why portray something so inaccurately? Is it because they simply don’t know any better (one would hope not though, if they have so many animals in their care surely the above is obvious) or is something far more sinister….. Like never let the truth get in the way of story which will raise you money.

About an hour after I wrote this, some further information about the Gentle Barn came to my attention.  Seems my gut instincts may be right.  This is an extract from one of many comments (mostly negative) about the running of The Gentle Barn (you can view them all here) : Further, while many of the animals came from neglected and abused backgrounds, many others have not. However, they use all of the animals in their campaigns to gain sympathy and more donation dollars with "rescue" or "neglect" stories that are simply untrue; deceiving the public further.

I also found a photo of Karma and Mr Rojas after rescue:  


To my mind this is a different Karma to the one in the video, she seems in worse condition in this photo than what she is in the video.  She was rescued in November 2008 the video not uploaded until April the next year.  So did they take this photo when they first rescued her and take the video later, causing stress on mother and calf for their own purposes?  Or did they take the video straight away and this photo later showing Karma in worse condition for being at the Gentle Barn?

I find it very disappointing that organisations that have the capacity to do so much good find the need to “expand on the truth” to simply get the public’s heartstrings going and wallets open.

Our endeavour is one of awareness, while many organisations are certainly genuine and worthy of our support, services and our money, there are some, even in Australia, that initially portray themselves to have sound moral ethics but upon closer inspection choose to manipulate the truth to serve their own purpose and often hidden agenda


Saturday, 7 January 2012

Counting the Sheep

One of the good things that came out of the Live Export suspension last year is the amazing people that I have "met" via Facebook, Twitter and Blogging because of it.  For those of you that don't know, we have a Facebook group called Save Live Export, with members from all over the country (even some from across the other side of the world.) If you have a Facebook account, come and join us. We come from all walks of life: dairy, cotton, wool, beef, sheepmeat, vets, agri science students the list goes on and on.  One of my favourite people I've met is Michael Trant who writes Farmer's Way of Life.  If you haven't read it yet, do yourself a favour and read it.  You won't regret it (unless you have no sense of humour!) But Michael is on the total opposite side and end of the country to me and he produces those funny looking sheep for meat! (They are damaras or dorpers but NOT geeps!)

So, on Twitter today some of us in North and West Queensland were moaning about the heat which was reaching up to 47 degrees in some parts.  Michael pipes up and tells me to "toughen up princess".  When asked how hot it was over there, he replied with a measly 19 degrees! So he was laughed at, but then he said he had to contend with the wind, posting this video to show us.



Michael then put out the challenge on Twitter to see if anyone else could count the sheep right when they run out of the gate (if you look at the top right corner as the sheep first run out of the gate you can see his finger flicking as he counts).  Ella-Beth and Clancy decided to take up the challenge:



Ella-Beth got 30 and Clancy got 26.  What did you get?

Friday, 23 December 2011

They Say Things Happen In Threes

They say things happen in threes, I'd believe that today!

First up, Shane and Clancy went on the quad bike to get the steers in.  Seeing as we've just had a little bit of rain (75mm a couple of weeks ago) the buffalo fly (annoying little fly that bite the cattle and horses making them very uncomfortable) are biting bad and we thought we'd pour some drench on them to help get rid of the flies for a while.  Anyway these particular ones hadn't been back in the yards since we let them out after buying them and they did NOT want to cooperate.  Usually when they're not behaving, Shane will come and drop Clancy back off at the house or at the very least put him through the fence.  But I looked out the front door to see Clancy hiding behind a tree:


We were driving past a bit later and wanted to get a photo of him but being a boy he wouldn't pose properly! Anyway he was hiding behind this tree because this steer was standing about 10m away shaking his head at him



I somehow managed to leap over the houseyard fence and started running barefoot up the gravel road!  But the survival instincts of Clancy must have kicked in, he wasn't moving from behind that tree and was yelling at the top of his lungs for the steer to "get in the yards".  Once the steer (who hates dogs and most likely thought Clancy was a dog) turned tail and ran so did Clancy!  I was telling him he was a brave boy and he was saying "No I'm not, I was crying".  I would have cried too!

So that was the first "incident" the second was that when Shane came home on the bike we was all hunched over like he had broken a rib or something.  Then when looked at me he had blood coming out of his mouth. He'd hit something while going about 50km/hr through the long grass chasing the cattle and flipped the bike! So he has busted lips, bruised forehead, skin off his nose, shoulder and leg, and a bruised thigh and toe! Not to mention his clothes were ripped to shreds and his sunglasses have been lost somewhere!

After all that we put the steers through the yards to apply the pour on.  Ella-Beth has discovered the video function on the camera and is having a great deal of fun capturing everything on film.   This is how it goes:




The cattle are a little nervous at first, but they soon settle down.  After being treated for flies a few times, they soon start lining up at the gate to the cattle yards when the flies start annoying them! It's amazing how much they calm down after being treated, but then again we all get grumpy when we're getting bitten by some little insect.

All done looking happy


The Supervisors 

So they were let out, and shifted to a new paddock so the last one can have a spell and recoup.  Came home, had a nice cold drink and Shane decided he'd better go to hospital to get his sore leg and toe looked at.  Five minutes after he left, he rings to tell me there's a small, smouldering fire at the front gate.  I thought he said it was about the size of the car, could I please take some water up and put it out.  What in the world was I going to cart enough water in to put it out.  There's no way I could pull the big shuttle tank on to the back of my car.  So I had a brainwave.  Meet Firefighters Bessie and Clancy Boy, and Chief Fire Warden Buddy (where there's water, there's Buddy)



So I get up the road, looking for the fire, I can't see it anywhere, but can smell it.  Turns out Shane said it was only a quarter of the size of the car.


 So the water bottle would've been sufficient...

But anyway, all's well that ends well.  Turns out Shane only has bruising, the Xrays' didn't show any breaks which is a relief.

Wishing you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Wednesday, 30 November 2011

You Comfy?

As I've mentioned in the "About Me" section, my husband Shane is a Livestock Agent.  It's like being a Real Estate Agent, except he buys and sells cattle on behalf of clients (NOT try and find cattle acting jobs like one comment I've previously recieved).  Being an "agent" means that he spends lots of time on the phone.  Lots and lots of time (what did agents do before mobile phones I often wonder).  He is also a smoker but I hate that so he is NOT allowed to smoke around the house, I banish him over to the sheds.  His favourite "perch" while sitting and yarning is on the tail gate of my ute.  But the other day he added a variation to this, I had two bags of horse feed sitting in the back waiting for him to take them out for me.  I looked out Saturday morning to see this:


Needless to say, he didn't move the bags of horse feed....

Thursday, 24 November 2011

Special Visitors

Yesterday afternoon I was chatting away to my sister on the phone (as we do) when all of a sudden I gasped and said "Just wait, just wait, I have to go and get the camera, you should see what's on my lawn!"  She of course thought I had a snake as that's what she usually gets on her lawn although she doesn't run for the camera to deal with that!  But it wasn't  a snake, it was these:

These are double-barred finches, native to Northern Australia. You can read about them here.  We do have lots of them around, but they are usually very shy and we never see them this close to the house.  They love to hide in the long grass, which we have lots of at the moment because of the good wet seasons we've had these last few years.  They like to eat grass seeds which the lawn has plenty of because it really needs a mow!

Tuesday, 22 November 2011

Rounding Up the Cattle

Rounding Up the Cattle
The phone rings, it’s Shane:
Shane: The steers (castrated male cattle) are fence crawling out of this paddock out here and getting onto the highway.  I’m going to get your Dad’s truck and take them down to Slogan to put on agistment.  Can you please get the steers from home and put them in the yards, I’ll be there soon to load them and take them too.
Me:  Ummmmmmm okay, I will try but I don’t like my chances.
Shane:  Nah, you’ll be right mate, just stick it to them.
Okay, I can do this,  Surprisingly I prefer a two wheeled motorbike to four wheeled one or a “qaud”.  But with kids it’s easier to carry them on a four wheeler.  I’m not very confident with cattle, and the cheeky little buggers know this and like to go hide in eroded creeks or scrub where I can’t get to them.  But anyway, I will try.
So Clancy (5) and I don on the work clothes, fill the bike (such a big job, we’re getting a whole 8 head of cattle in!) and make sure we are covered in sunscreen because it’s so hot!  Off we go!
Off we go up to the cattle yards to set the gates right so that the cattle run in (hopefully).
Gates all set, off we go
Of course the cattle are in the furtherest corner in the paddocks from the yards, but after a few false starts I get them out of the corner and on the way to the yards, with help from Ajay the Kelpie and Buddy the WonderLab
And lo and behold, it was one of the easiest “mustering” sessions I’ve ever done.  They went in the yards no worries.  High fives between Clancy and I.
Work over, time to go home and it’s Clancy’s turn to “drive”.  Very humbling to put your safety in the pudgy hands of a five year old and a 400 horse power motorbike.

Friday, 18 November 2011

Farmer Kylie Visits the City!

Sometime late in July I recieved an email from the Manager of Industry Integrity Communications (don't ask me to break that down simply) of Meat and Livestock Austrlaia (MLA) about a competition that they were running at the Brisbane show, otherwise known as the Ekka.  The competition was for primary schools and the aim was to decorate a template of a "cow" using the Cattleman's Creed:

CATTLEMAN’S CREED
We believe the best food is food that’s produced naturally. Pure food, real food, the way nature intended. 
We believe the best beef comes from cattle raised on rich natural pastures and nutritious grains. 
We’re committed to providing Australians with the highest quality, finest beef in the world.
As caretakers of the land, we have a special responsibility that should not be compromised 
– protecting and preserving it for the generations to come.
We’re committed to caring for our cattle and keeping them healthy.
Using the wisdom from the past and the technology of tomorrow, we seek new ways of thinking to improve all that we do.
We respect our rich heritage, and we embrace a way of life that is integral to Australia’s unique spirit and cultural identity. 
We’re proud to call ourselves Australia’s cattle farmers – living it and loving it, we’re committed to be the best we can be.
Australia’s cattle farmers


The top eight designs were then invited to the Ekka to put their designs onto a life-sized plaster cow.

Winning Entry from Nashville State School in Brighton, showing aspects of the Northern Beef Industry



Runner Up, Camp Hill State Infants and Primary School, Camp Hill, proudly displaying an Ekka Theme.


So anyway, a part of the prize for the Winner and Runner Up schools was to have a real live cattle farmer come and visit your school for the day.  And the email from Deborah, the lovely MLA lady, was asking if I'd do the honour of being the real live cattle farmer.  Me?  A prize?  pfffftttt. I must admit I was very very flattered.

But there were a few problems:
1:  I'm not really a cattle farmer.  My parents are, my siblings are, I grew up on a farm in North Queensland.  But we are only hobby farmers, meaning we only have a little "farm" with a little herd, we can't make a living from it.  But to kids in the city, 40 "cows" is a big thing.  So that was the first problem solved, I would still pass as a farmer.

2:  This was the big problem........how was I going to get there.  God forbid I'd have to get in a plane.  For those of you who haven't read my blogs before, read about my one and only experience with those flying machines.  I have been managing somehow to avoid planes for the last 13 years.  I nearly pulled out.  I was having trouble sleeping just thinking about it!

But I pulled myself together, I did it when I was a mere 17 year old, I could do it again at the age of 30.  I'd done scarier things, like child birth!  I must admit I shed a few quiet tears as I walked towards the plane.  But quickly got over myself.

So I'm sitting in the plane, so nervous I was fidgeting.  So glad I got an aisle seat though,  I didn't feel so hemmed in!  A young man was sitting next to me, thought I'd better warn him that this was my first flight in "big" plane and to apoligise in advance if I grabbed him or jumped on his lap in sheer terror mid flight.  He was very understanding and kind.  And guess what?  Apart from take off, I enjoyed myself.  I wasn't sick on anyone no one was sick near me.  All was good!

Next step: Navigating Brisbane Airport.  I have only been to Brisbane 6 times in my life, I do not go to large cities very often.  I was wondering how I was going to find my way around the airport to find Deborah, the lovely MLA lady!  But because Deborah was lovely and knew of my fears (or perhaps paranoia) she was waiting right at the end of the walk way, looking at every woman coming off the plane mouthing "Kylie".

Out to the hire car (not only is Deborah lovely, she is also very capable, can drive in cities all around Australia and has even had a crack at driving in foreign places!) to begin our journey to the hotel.  My goodness, the lights, the traffic, the buildings.  It was like I was on a different planet.  My home town doesn't even have a round-a-bout let alone traffic lights.  Then we arrive at the hotel.

Now seeing as I don't travel much I'm no expert on hotels.  But I liked this one, it was a bit plush compared to my usual surroundings.  And it was quiet, it had no kids and no husband.  Just me, all that space for just me!

So day one, we get into the little dinky hire car, with the trusty Nav Lady set to the first school address, Nashville.  Nashville got right into the spirit of things and had a "come dressed as a farmer day".  Even the admin ladies had checked shirts, pigtails and fake freckles!  So I had a full on day, spending time with every grade telling funny stories, serious stories and answering funny questions and serious questions.  These kids are so smart.  And I was such a rock star, walking through the play ground kids would stop eating and stare at me walking past whispering behind their hands "that's her, that's the farmer........HELLO FARMER KYLIE!"


I must admit I slept well that night and slept with a smile on my face from spending the day with such lovely young people, I wondered if Day Two would be as fun.

So day two dawned bright and early, a lot earlier than I'm used to as Brisbane is further east than where I live. And soon we were off to inner-city Brisbane to Camp Hill.  After circling round a few times, Nav Lady got confused on the roadworks, we seemed to be heading in the right direction.  OH MY LORD!  I can see the Storey Bridge.

OH MY GOODNESS IT'S GETTING CLOSER!  HOLY DOOLEY WE ARE ACTUALLY DRIVING OVER THE STORY BRIDGE!


The things that tickle your fancy eh?

So off to Camp Hill for the day, being such a HUGE school, I only got time to spend with the couple of classes who entered the competition.  Another great group of kids with lots of clever questions.  And then all too soon, my trip to Brisbane was over.  I was back on the plane to Townsville, a lot more calmer than the flight down!

Over the next few weeks when my life calms down a bit from all sorts of end of year school stuff for my own kids, I will try a post a few questions and stories I shared with the kids.

I hope that I made a positive impression on the schools, they certainly left one on me, I would love to be offered this opportunity again.  Nothing is more satisfying than combining your passions, mine are Agriculture and children.

A big thank you to Deborah, my husband for his support, and especially my mum for looking after the kids.  Another big thank you to Em Bradshaw from Wild Fillies Photography who let me use some of her awesome photos and all my lovely Facebook friends who shared their photos as well.


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