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2012年2月13日星期一

Blountville farmers market hopes to have permanent shed

Wendi Niebruegge returned to the family farm six years ago and is playing a key role in Sullivan County’s agriculture community and an effort to establish a more permanent farmers market here.

“I love being able to see my daughters play in the same trees that I played in when I was young,” she said.

Her farm, Indian Brook Farm, was founded nearly 100 years ago just outside Blountville. Named after a spring that runs through the property where Native Americans gathered water, the farm features rolling hills and pasture land.

Niebruegge’s father, Haynes Pendergrass, grew tobacco and corn on roughly 50 acres when she was young. The work was hard. Tobacco is labor intensive, but Pendergrass said he enjoyed working the land. He held down a regular job at Eastman Kodak during the day and tended to the farm in his free time.

His daughter loved growing up on the farm, Pendergrass remembers. Niebruegge, 41, was involved in 4-H and spent a lot of her free time riding tractors and tackling tasks around the farm. She wasn’t afraid to get her hands dirty.

After high school, Niebruegge moved way, got married and settled down with her husband, Craig, in South Carolina. Then one day her husband returned from a run during a visit to the farm and talked about moving to Tennessee, surprising Niebruegge.

“He said there was a house for sale in a subdivision next to the farm,” she said.

In the mid-1990s, Pendergrass had stopped growing tobacco and grazed cattle on the original 50 acres and 50 acres that were leased. He was getting older and could use the help.

Niebruegge and her husband talked about growing natural beef and free-range chickens at the farm. They wanted to take advantage of the budding local food movement and the return to more naturally grown food. The couple convinced Pendergrass to let them manage the farm.

“When we were on the mule [above the farm], before we moved, we would dream and think about who would buy the products,” Niebruegge said.

The family bought the house next to the farm and built a greenhouse and started a small garden plot. The pasture was converted to organic fertilizers. A chicken coop was constructed.

The farm started to sell the meat, produce and eggs directly to the public. The response was positive.

Two years ago, Niebruegge was contacted about a farmers market that was starting in Blountville. Sullivan County Extension was making the parking lot available at the Sullivan County offices and was looking for those who wanted to sell their produce.

When the market opened, Niebruegge sold meat and eggs. Before she knew it, she had been recruited and was named president of the newly formed Blountville Farmers Market board.

Dennis Houser, a Sullivan County commissioner from Blountville and a Blountville Farmers Market board member, said Niebruegge is a good fit for the position.

 “Wendi is excellent at promotions and organization,” he said.

Around a dozen vendors sell products every Thursday during the growing season, and the market is an important part of life in Sullivan County.

“It became like a community gathering place, a social network,” Houser said.

Over the last two years, the market has become more organized. Bylaws are being drafted and the market is seeking formal non-profit status. At the same time, a new location is being sought as the parking lot is exposed to the elements, both rain and sun.

“You and your produce and your customers were wilting in the summer,” Niebruegge said.

The board decided to build a covered pavilion in Blountville. Sullivan County is a partner in the project. The structure could serve as a gathering place for Sullivan County residents and house the market each week, Houser said.

The structure will be built behind the old courthouse. The exact location has not been decided, but the Sullivan County Building Committee has given the project its blessing.

The county has also offered to donate the labor for the project and will make electricity available.

The challenge now is funding. Grants were sought, and Farm Credit Services and the Tennessee Department of Agriculture awarded the market a total of $4,000. The market board can contribute a couple more thousand dollars to the pavilion project but around $7,000 or $8,000 is still needed.

The market is soliciting donations from local businesses for the remaining funds.

Niebruegge wants agriculture to thrive in Sullivan County and knows the market can play an important role. She sees demand increasing for locally grown agriculture products and has watched her own business grow over the last two years.

She is amazed at how many people contact her and want to purchase products directly from the farm. She sends out weekly emails on what products are available. In the beginning, friends were the only buyers. Eventually, friends of friends inquired about buying meat or vegetables. Now, people contact the farm, although they have no connection to it or the family.

Many are embracing a healthier lifestyle, as evidenced by other local farmers markets, in Bristol and Abingdon, that have proven to be popular and successful.

“So many people buy our sweet corn because it is non-GMO [genetically modified],” Niebruegge said.

All of this has made Niebruegge excited about the future.

“We are so blessed that people like what we are doing,” she said.

To make things interesting around the farm, her husband is always experimenting. He created a new seed germination system in the greenhouse and a gate system in the pasture. Last year, he wanted to grow turkeys at the farm. Like the chickens, the turkeys roam freely.

“One day, I walk outside and the UPS guy is backing up across the driveway,” Niebruegge said. “He said, ‘What is that?’”

An adult turkey in the driveway scared the driver.

Niebruegge said the best part about returning to the farm has been family. Her dad still helps around the farm, and Pendergrass likes the farm’s direction.

2011年12月18日星期日

Israel, wake up and smell the coffee

If I could, I'd send a modest bouquet of flowers as a gesture of thanks for the work of the rioters - the ones who infiltrated the Ephraim Brigade base in the West Bank last week. They achieved, at least for a moment, what others had failed to do: stir Israeli public opinion and maybe even the army and government against the West Bank settlers.

Good morning, Israel. You've woken up? Years of rioting against Palestinians, uprooting of trees, vandalism, arson, destruction, dispossession, theft, rocks and axes didn't cause a ripple here. But one rock to the head of a deputy brigade commander, Lt. Col. Tzur Harpaz, made all the difference.

An all-out riot. Jewish terrorism. There are militias in the West Bank, settler-terrorists in a no-man's-land. And all this due to a rock that drew a few drops of sacred Jewish blood.

Here they are again: arrogance and nationalist ideology. How is it possible that terrorism has arisen from the Chosen People? How could a few drops of blood from one person shock more than streams of other people's blood? How did the rock that scratched Harpaz's forehead reverberate immeasurably more than the teargas canister that ripped through the forehead of Palestinian Mustafa Tamimi, killed four days earlier by soldiers from the army Harpaz serves in?

No, the right wing's hilltop youth haven't endangered the State of Israel. They haven't even distorted its image, as it's now popular to proclaim. What do you want from them? They've been made accustomed to think that anything goes. Enough with the self-righteous clucking of tongues. Enough with the "condemnations" and expressions of bogus and belated shock. There is nothing new under the sun when it comes to the settlers. It's not a "new level" of activity, and it doesn't involve the crossing of "red lines." The only line that has been crossed, perhaps, is the line of apathy.

We've been reporting for years about the settlers' misdeeds, week after week. We've recounted how they have threatened Palestinians, hit their children on their way to school, thrown garbage at their mothers, turned dogs on elderly Palestinians, abducted shepherds, stolen livestock, embittered their lives day and night, hill and vale, invading and taking over. And it never touched a soul.

Now all of a sudden there is shock. Good morning, Israel. Why? What happened? You can't chastise those young people after years of not only apathy toward their parents' misdeeds but also the warm embrace of most of society and sweeping support from the IDF and every Israeli government. You can't speak about them as brother-pioneers, give them huge budget allocations, promise they'll be allowed to remain where they are forever, view them as a legitimate, not to say principled, segment of society, and then suddenly turn your back on them, condemning and attacking them. And all due to a rock.

You can't change the rules that way, one fine day. And the rules were set long ago: It's their land, the land of the settlers; they're the masters of it and can do anything there. Only a distorted double standard would permit a change in the rules due to a minor injury to the Israel Defense Forces. Only in the name of a distorted double standard could you be shocked about the recent acts, which were by no means the most serious or cruel.

Of course Israel has the right (and duty ) to change the rules, but such a change must be revolutionary and be carried out across the settlement enterprise, halting it entirely and changing the illegal, unethical and intolerable reality that exists in our backyard. The government isn't interested in such a change. The IDF isn't either, and it's doubtful most Israelis want such a change. But anything less than that is hollow lip service, nothing more than a small wave on the hull of this decades-long enterprise.

Until that happens, let's leave them alone. There's no point evacuating a chicken coop at the Mitzpeh Yitzhar outpost while the settlement of Efrat is lapping at the edge of Bethlehem. There's no point waging war against the "illegal" outposts while the "legal" settlement of Ofra has been built on stolen land. And there's no point issuing restraining orders to keep out a clutch of rioters while it never occurs to Israel to issue similar orders against all their brethren.

The violent demonstrators at the Ephraim Brigade base are the opposite of anarchists, as Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu called them. They just want to preserve the existing order, just as most Israelis, led by the prime minister, do. Flowers for the rioters? On second thought, they haven't done a thing.

2011年11月2日星期三

Residents torn over bears' fate

Former Roseville resident and wildlife activist Justin Barker was saddened when he heard of the plan to trap and potentially kill a mother bear and her three cubs.

Barker gained notoriety in the 1990s as the teenager who helped raise money to relocate two California black bears housed at Roseville’s Royer Park to the Folsom Zoo.

“Relocation is the only solution,” Barker said.

But Andrew Hughan, spokesman for the Department of Fish and Game, said that is unlikely because he believes relocation doesn’t work.

“We can take them somewhere else, then they are in someone else’s trash,” he said. “Number one — it’s not policy, two it doesn’t work and three it is incredibly expensive and takes an incredible amount of resources.”

A depredation (kill) permit has been issued for the bears.

There have been a number of reports of the bears eating chickens from Loomis to Granite Bay, but so far only one depredation permit has been issued, according to Hughan.

“The permit was issued in Loomis. There is no permit issued in Granite Bay. It was for that individual property and that individual property owner,” Hughan said.

Hughan said that option is only available for property owners who lose livestock or incur property damage, like a chicken coop. Hughan said the bears would have to return to the permitted site before any action would be taken.

“We are not out there hunting them we’re not even looking,” Hughan said. “The chances of the bears returning to that particular house is infinitesimal.”

Intense interest in the four bears spotted in Loomis, Granite Bay and Roseville Oct. 22 has sparked some to suggest these wayward bears should be taken to the Folsom City Zoo Sanctuary to join the five currently housed at their $1.2 million bear exhibit.

“We’d love to expand the zoo, but we often get those kinds of calls,” Folsom Zoo Supervisor Jill Lute said. “I don’t know that we could provide a home for another bear.”

Lute said they don’t have the room and could not afford the cost of the five to 25 pounds of meat and produce a day to feed one bear, along with other issues.

“Adult wild animals who have been living in the wild most of their life — they don’t generally do well in captivity,” Lute said.

Barker raised more than $35,000 along with matching grants from the City of Roseville, Folsom and nonprofit organizations to establish a home for two bears at Folsom Zoo.

“While I helped create the bear sanctuary at Folsom Zoo, I do not support putting perfectly healthy bears in captivity just because they are doing what is natural,” Barker said.

Loomis resident James Hirschinger, who’s surrounded by neighbors who’ve spotted the bears, told the Fish and Game Commission last week they should be saved.

“Why does everyone want to shoot everything?” Hirschinger said. “If we can put men on the moon we should be able to save a few bears. There should be other ways.”

But even for those who have lost animals, the decision to kill the bears is not an easy one.

A Newcastle resident claims she lost one of her dogs after an alleged attack from the wayward bears.

“It’s awful,” Lisa Packheiser said. “I cried my eyes out about my rottweiler.”

According to her veterinarian the 13-year-old Rottweiler named Roo was paralyzed by blunt force trauma caused by a bear attack Oct. 24 off Powerhouse Road. Attempts to confirm this with her vet were unsuccessful by press time. Packheiser had a second run-in with the bears the next day as their other dog, Miko, chased the cubs up a tree.

That’s when the bear sow came to her cubs’ aid.

“The bear took two good swipes. She wasn’t trying to pounce and bite it was just these big long swinging swipes at her,” Packheiser said.

She was able to get her 5-year-old daughter Breanna and the dog back into the house.

“(My daughter) was saying, ‘I don’t like bears anymore they are mean,’” Packheiser said. “I was trying to explain to her that the bear was just trying to protect her babies. I would do the same for you.”

Packheiser said she struggles with how much damage a bear would have to do to warrant a kill permit on her property. Packheiser opted not to request a depredation permit at this time.

Fish and Game reports scores of calls into their offices as well as the Placer County Sheriff’s Department as the bears started their month-long trek from Auburn to Roseville. Fish and Game reports the bears were last spotted Oct. 22 in Granite Bay, but the Bear League, a local rescue and education group, reports they were last seen in the Auburn area Oct. 27.

“We haven’t heard anything in a week since, so that’s the best possible news for them,” Hughan said.

2011年3月14日星期一

City slickers play Old MacDonald

In the name of urban farming, there were a lot of ways BJ Hedahl could have transformed her

spacious, fenced backyard in Seattle's Wedgwood neighborhood: putting in an organic garden, a

beehive or a chicken coop maybe.

But no. Hedahl wanted ducks. Or rather duck eggs: richer, denser, with yolks bigger than your

chicken variety, she said.

Here on a recent afternoon were her four ducks, hopping out of the kiddie wading pool that's

plopped in the middle of her yard, each webfoot capable of producing about 300 eggs every

year.

As one after another waddled by, I couldn't help but do the math. That's a lot of quiche.

But these ducks aren't a lot of work, she said. "They're lower maintenance than chickens and

I think (the eggs) taste better." Hedahl now runs workshops showing Seattleites how to raise

ducks in their yards.

These days, around Seattle you can find just about every conceivable workshop related to

urban farming. The slow-food, eat-local movement has spurred hordes of city slickers to adopt

some small measure of homestead mentality into their daily life.

Workshops are packed.

The nonprofit Seattle Tilth, which offers the widest range of city farming know-how workshops

in Western Washington, reports record attendance in recent years. Chicken-raising courses

have wait lists. Sessions on beekeeping for honey fill quickly. The group's annual summer

self-guided tour of chicken coops around Seattle has expanded to include homes with bees,

ducks and goats, and now extends to the Eastside.

The widespread interest has led Seattle Tilth to diversify its class offerings to include

raising ducks and goats.

Raising urban dairy goats, which was previously rare (and before 2007 illegal) in Seattle,

has become trendy here and in other parts of the country.

Three years ago, Jennie Grant, who teaches the dairy-goat workshop at Tilth's Wallingford,

Wash., headquarters, convinced Seattle's city government to allow homeowners to raise

miniature (100 pounds or lighter), dehorned goats.

Urban farmers consider goats to be "the city cow," a smaller milk producer that needs no more

yard space than a typical dog.

Grant's class has gotten more popular with Seattleites who are curious about getting fresh

milk to make cheese and yogurt. She tells potential goat owners to buy a breed that's quiet.

Erect a 5-foot fence, build a shed and be prepared to milk day and night.

Grant lives in Seattle's Madrona neighborhood, with a backyard featuring seven chickens, two

goats and a view of Lake Washington. With the eggs and the goat milk, that's pretty much all

you need for a souffle, she said.

She took me out back to the pen and chicken coop. It felt like visiting a house on rural

Vashon Island.

Her La Mancha goat, Snowflake, greeted me with a couple of jumps. Her Oberhasli goat, Maple,

nibbled on my coat zipper and notebook.

She pulled Maple into the pen, gave her a pale of oatmeal treats and milked her, in the same

manner as you would a cow.

The trick is to finish milking before the goat finishes snacking, said Grant, or she might

not remain still.

Her goats each can produce around a gallon a day. Grant has it on her oatmeal, her husband

pours it over cold cereal and her 10-year-old son drinks it straight. The surplus is given to

neighbors or made into chevre and mozzarella. It makes for a mean goat-cheese pizza with sun

-dried tomatoes and caramelized onions, she said.