|Posted on March 11, 2014 at 9:00 AM||comments (0)|
It's been a very long time since we've updated this blog, in an effort to keep our original story at the top of the page. Most of our updates have been on our Sweet Peas Farm and Herbals Facebook page. But on this almost 1 year anniversary of our last post, the big one, I've got a lot to update you on. Unfortunately, since we're still in the middle of our legal battle, I can't.
What I can do, however, is take a moment to speak about where we are in our battle, and what are our next steps. At this point we have lost phase one of the war. The judge sided with the Township and granted their injunction. In case you are interested, the transcripts are linked here:
While incredibly disappointing, this was no surprise. I know of only one case in all of the history of Right-to-Farm cases in MI in which the initial judge sided with the farmer. They just don't understand the law. Fortunately, the court of appeals does.
At this time the judge has issued her ruling, and we have X number of days to remove our animals. We will not be doing this, of course. Our atty is working diligently to file paperwork for this or that (legal mumbo jumbo inserted here) on our road to the appeals court. This is where we will have our actual "day in court," approximately a year from now. Wish us luck!
In the meantime we will be collecting sap from our maple and black walnut trees again (got them tapped yesterday. Spring is finally coming!!!), playing with our 2 miniature goats, and collecting tons of eggs from our chickens and ducks. Not to mention getting ready to plant the hundreds of seeds, trees, bushes and transplants I've been busy ordering and planning for this year. I'll be improving the beauty of our rain garden this summer, setting up a brand new rotational grazing plan, and we even hope to have a presence at our local farmers market this summer. Plus, our lovely new neighbors to the south have turned out to be some of our biggest supporters, joining the ranks of the rest of our neighbors. They even invited us to graze our goats on their property in order to help them cut down on having to mow. Now that's the kind of neighbor every farmer hopes for! There have been a lot of changes to our farm in the last year, and, as always, we're on to bigger and better things!
Speaking of, if you've not yet checked out our Etsy store, please do. You're almost guaranteed to like something, and it's all made by my own hands, and those of my child slave laborers - er, I mean enterprising homeschooled children, here on the farm.
|Posted on March 14, 2013 at 1:35 PM||comments (142)|
In the summer of 2012 we’d been looking for our dream house for a year. Our idea of a dream house was different from most others’. We wanted a small walkout ranch in the country. We wanted a backup heat source(wood), a southern exposure, and excellent insulation to reduce our dependency on outside energy sources. We wanted a few acres, with lots of trees for privacy, but plenty of unmanicured grass for pasture.
You see, we wanted a Homestead. We wanted to have a few goats for milk, some pigs for healthy pork, and some chickens for soy-free eggs. Why would this matter? Why, our 5 sick children, of course. Our children have a plethora of allergies, but the most problematic of them all are their food allergies.
5 years ago when I discovered the extent of their food restrictions I was brought to my knees. I’d lived 2 straight months on literally nothing but chicken breasts and butternut squash. Day in and day out, chicken, squash, salt, pepper, and water. Really try to imagine that.
It’s called a Total Elimination Diet. Ordinarily, this allows around 10 foods. But this wasn’t enough for my baby. He had reactions to even the least allergenic foods, like rice. I had to throw it all out. I did this so that my nursing baby could not only survive, but finally begin to thrive. He’d been screaming, sleeping no more than 15 minutes at a time, experiencing rashes, diarrhea, diaper rash, not gaining weight, not growing, throwing up, throwing up, and throwing up. And did I mention the screaming? And the missed sleep? I lost 60 pounds in 2 months. The malnutrition and screaming baby put me through more than any other challenge in my life has.
Around 8 months of age, when I worked out the 14 foods/additivesto which he reacted through my breastmilk, life got a little easier. He slept, his rashes cleared, he GREW! It was wonderful. But the biggest lesson he taught me was that my other children, and even I, had reactions to the same foods. Because of this, I had to make everything that went into our mouths, from scratch. Nothing could come from a box or bag; it all had dairy, soy or corn in it. He was allergic to eggs, and couldn’t have store-bought meats due to allergen contamination. Then I learned something interesting. When a chicken is fed soy, the soy is detectable in its eggs. An individual could be allergic to the soy in the eggs, rather than the eggs themselves. And, an animal’s food can cause youto react when you drink its milk, or eat its meat, the same way in which allergens had made my baby react through my breastmilk. These revelations rocked my world. We mightbe able to get some foods back, if only the animals were fed “right”!
I spent the next 3 years trying to find anyone that fed their animals “right.” Unfortunately, you can’t find it here. I did find soy-free eggs, in Colorado, at $10/dozen plus shipping. There was just no way. We had to do it ourselves. We came to want to do it ourselves.
After 3 accepted offers that went south, we found Our House. We put in the offer and I went home to call the township to make sure that our homesteading plans would be a go in the area. I was told that if we wanted large animals (I’m assuming cow?) we would need more than 2 acres, a horse required at least 5. I hung up the phone thrilled. The process, this time, went off without a hitch and in just a month we were signing on the dotted line.
We moved in on August 16th, 2012. That week I brought home 2 pot bellied piglets (pastured pork is extremely nutritious, and when not fed soy or corn can be very healthy for our allergic kids). 2 weeks later our shed was delivered, built, and filled with 8 chickens (soy and corn-free eggs! None of us reacted to eggs for the first time!). In early October we got 3 goats (goats milk was within sight! We were excited to say goodbye to the $8/gallon sheep milk bill, plus the hour-long drive to get it). We were on cloud nine. The kids and I worked together to build pens, build houses from free pallets, build chicken feeders and rabbit tractors. We hauled hundreds upon hundreds of pounds of hay and straw. We had a blast.
In November we got a certified letter. It was from thetownship. We were in violation of township zoning ordinances, which stated that farm animals were not allowed in our zone. We had to remove the farm animals within10 days. Needless to say, I was more than a little confused. I went in to talk to someone in the office. Surely this was a mistake.
That meeting went like this: Nope, farm animals were not allowed. No, it’s impossible that you cleared it before buying the house, as nobody would have told you that farm animals were allowed here. No, I’m sorry it doesn’t matter that pot bellied pigs are considered a pet, or that your children are allergic, or mini goats are considered pets in many parts of the county, they are farm animals and must be removed. OH! Your children are in 4-H!? Ok, just write us a letter that says that, with a timeline for 4-H projects and it should be fine.
Wow…that was easy! So, I wrote the letter and hand-delivered it. I was met by the township supervisor, who told me that I had been mistakenly informed by the township representative the week before. Even if they are used for 4-H, farm animals are not allowed and they must be removed. WHAT? You mean someone in your office got it wrong?! But I was told last time that that was impossible!
I was then invited to come to the next township board meeting. At the meeting I could request that the board meet with the planning committee again regarding the zoning in our area and change things. You see, the city of Williamston, just 3 lots to the south of us, had just changed its ordinances, to allow any farm animal, including ostriches, cows and even horses! Being that agricultural zoning begins not even a half mile to the northof us, as well, they would have to be crazy not to revisit their plan, right?
So, I did some hard work. I wrote a letter outlining the extent of my children’s allergies, and just what I was looking for them to do; simply have a meeting and change some words on some papers. I spoke with each of my neighbors and asked them to sign a letter that said that they did not object to my family having farm animals. I showed them our plan, with specific numbers of each animal (no rooster, for instance), the length of time each animal would be where, our plans to be GAAMP compliant (more on this later),etc. I included all of this info with my letter to the board. I included a copyof the new city ordinance, information about Lansing’s efforts to allow urban goats in densely populated areas, and other cities, such as Denver, that had allowed such a thing and flourished for it. I bombarded them with information.
Through my jitters I attended the board meeting. I was asked up to speak, and I said my piece. After a short discussion amongst themselve they decided my case was not worth their time. The following week we got another letter that said we must remove the animals in 10 days.
At this point I felt I had no choice. I contacted the Farm-to-Consumer Legal Defense Fund. This organization defends the rights of small farms, and I needed them to do this for me. Mr Pete Kennedy spoke with me at length, and described to me the Buchler case they had just won in the Upper Penninsula of Michigan that was nearly identical to mine. Essentially, if youare a farm, commercial in nature (meaning you sell something, anything, such as eggs or rabbits, or intend to do so, as is evident from signage or internet ads, like those for our rabbits) you are protected by the Right-to-Farm Act, which supersedes local zoning ordinances. We were protected. So, Pete sent a letter to thetownship informing them of such, along with the case law set by the Marquette family that had just spent years fighting their township.
Williamstown Township still refused to budge. They assert that our property is in a zone deemed "high-density residential." As I mentioned we are 3 houses outside of the town that allows any farm animal on your property. The city actually wraps around the back of our property, and the 2 acres to the north, adjacent to our property, is actually city land! In our zoned section there are 6 houses on 70 acres. There is a 40 acre crop farm directly across the street from us. High density, indeed. They sent yet another letter informing us that we needed to remove the animals or face theconsequences. However, they miraculously decided to make it an agenda item at their next meeting, after all. This meant that I could have the opportunity to speak again. I didn’t let this opportunity go to waste.
First, I asked all over Facebook for support. I asked people to come to the meeting, and fill the seats. I asked them to write letters of support for our farm and our purpose. I asked them to spread the word. And spread it they did. We got over 2,500 visitors to our farm page that day. People spread the word to their homesteading groups, gardening groups, their backyard chicken groups. They asked far and wide for letter writers. And I got nearly 100 people messaging me, showing their support and outrage, encouraging me to fight to my last breath for the very worthy cause of self-sustainability and small-scale agriculture. I felt empowered. It gave me the courage to call the news.
After my nerve-wracking interview with the 11:00 news I made my way to the meeting. They called my address and began talking about me as if I weren’t even there. The supervisor said they’d asked for a timeline for removal of the animals and hadn’t received one (because we have no intention ofremoving them!) and asked the other board members their opinions on what should be done next. The clerk piped up with “I think we should move forward”, presumably he meant moving forward to fining us. The supervisor then says, “Well, there’s been some mention of right-to-farm. Maybe we should ask what that is” and they all looked to the trustee they consider their “ag guy”, Mr. Imhoff. He said, somewhat apologetically, “From the information I have, they have to be in a district zoned agricultural for that to apply.” At this point they asked me if I would like to come up and say something. I absolutely did!
I said respectfully that that was categorically untrue; that we had only to be commercial in nature, which we were, to be covered by the MRTFA. I mentioned the Buchler case, and how they had been zoned residential, just like us. They had won, were protected by the MRTFA, and we were also. I told them that we were one step away from MAEAP verification, which I figured we would accomplish in the next couple of weeks. MAEAP verification shows that we are GAAMP compliant, meaning we’re making a minimal environmental impact, and we are certified as such by the USDA. I also mentioned that, in the Buchler case, the judge sided in their favor, and awarded them most of the $20,000 in legal fees. I asked them to consider one thing.They are obligated to do what's best for the community, and did they think that taking on over $20,000 in the defense’s legal fees was what was best for the community. I thanked them and sat down.
Since they had just been whining about their small, strained budget, I hoped that this would really make them think. They decided that it sounded like it was a case of who is right about the legality of the Right-to-Farm Act and referred it to their attorney. At last night’s meeting they voted to take legal action against our farm and family. (here's the video of the meeting. Sorry for the quality http://youtu.be/2WcG6oYjKVA) TheFarm-to-Consumer Legal Defense Fund is not sure, at this point, that they want to take on our case and the costs of our defense. We are unable to afford any attorney for assistance in our defense, and the defense of our property rights and right to clean food. We need your help. Please consider making a donation using the link in the menu above, or at least pass this story on to anyone and everyone you know. Together we can take one more step toward taking back our food system! Donate here or if you don't do paypal/online payments please feel free to make out a check or money order as follows:
3920 N Williamston Rd
Williamston, MI 48895
When we know who will be representing us we will have you send donations directly to them.
|Posted on March 9, 2013 at 5:10 PM||comments (0)|
The temps have been above 40 and below freezing the past 2 days. In anticipation of this I had already stopped by Sugar Bush Supplies and picked up enough spiels to tap our maple trees. We have all been so excited for this magical time of year to finally be here.
We got all of our supplies ready and went out to drill and tap today. We've got the fire roaring, and our first gallon+ will be ready to bring in in about an hour. If you'd like to take a look at our process, well we just so happened to video tape it for you today. Enjoy!
|Posted on February 21, 2013 at 12:25 AM||comments (2)|
It just keeps getting weirder. Guess who just showed up on my doorstep this morning? A reporter for the Lansing State Journal, which also owns the Williamston Enterprise (the local paper). He said couldn't find my phone number anywhere, so he decided to just stop out and ask if he could interview me for an article about "fighting the good fight". He took a pic of me with the goats and asked me some questions; the entire interview was about 10 minutes long.
I'm not sure what angle he'll take with the story, but based on the quoted phrase above, I hope it's positive and in our favor. He did close with something to the effect of : you never know who might read it and show up in support of your cause. Good luck!
One thought. It's not like he pulled up in a news van like Anthony did. Plain unmarked car, no fedora or press pass on a lanyard ;), nothing to affirm that he was not, in fact, some spy for the township. (Is it strange that that thought entered my head?) So, fingers crossed an actual story ends up in the paper this week!
Sorry I started this post with the word "weird", but with so much recognition, "fans" showing up on my doorstep 2 days in a row, etc. I'm feeling a little bit like a celebrity. It's VERY weird!
|Posted on February 16, 2013 at 8:25 PM||comments (0)|
Sold a bunny and her mama to a very nice young lady from Howell this afternoon. It's always sad to see them go, but they're going to be a part of a petting zoo. They are going to have a nice life, which makes us happy.
|Posted on February 13, 2013 at 9:35 AM||comments (0)|
I haven't really posted about this here, trying to keep the blog upbeat, but it's all over our Facebook Page, if you'd care to read it. https://www.facebook.com/sweetpeasfarmandrabbitry
Essentially, we were told by thte township before buying the house that animals were allowed here. 4 months later we received a letter telling us that they were not and must be removed immediately. After several back-and-forth conversations, letters, and meetings, they still assert that their township ordinances do not allow farm animals, while I and my attorneys assert that we are protected under the MI Right to Farm Act. The Township is now contacting their atty to check if this is true, and we wait.
|Posted on February 10, 2013 at 6:55 PM||comments (3)|
I am sitting at the computer now with one in my bra. It had worked its way between the pen and the straw bales. It was very cold but still breathing. It's warming up and perking up a little bit. Wish him/her luck!
With this piggy there are 5. All pink but one.
The 5th piglet was perking up so I took it out to see if it could nurse. Sasha decided it was time for her postpartum meal. So, I waited. The piglet was climbing my shoulder. I had to leave to put my sick boy and 2 yr old to bed, so I put it in with brothers and sisters and told Julian to watch. Make sure Sasha went back into the hut and when she did to make sure this one nursed. I was gone 15 minutes. When I got back Sasha had just returned, the other 4 were making their way over to nurse and cuddle, but this one was nowhere to be found!
We dug for a half hour. FINALLY I found it. It was cold, and too weak to nurse. I brought it back in and this time put it in a hot sink of water (fastest way to raise the body temp of a cold baby). Eva is in there holding it in the water now. It's warming up, but it will be a long night for this little piggy. Julian warmed up some frozen goat's milk and we've given it a few drops. It swallows it. I told the kids they might have to take shifts to feed it tonight (I don't know the feeding schedule of piglets, yet) and take tomorrow off school. Eva squealed at the thought!Keep those fingers crossed!
He didn't make it. Fingers still crossed the others keep doing well through the night.
All alive and kickin'! Sasha did a wonderful job and they are all strong and squealing! And... ALL GIRLS! Now I don't have to make the terrible decision to castrate or not. Whew!
|Posted on December 31, 2012 at 9:25 AM||comments (1)|
The buck is gone, the buck is gone, la la la la la, the buck is gone. Pardon my singing, but I really can't express enough how much I HATE that smell!
The girls did not show signs of heat again, so I posted him on CraigsList the day before Christmas. On Christmas I got an email from a woman (die-hard goat-keeper like me, I guess) that wanted to take me up on my offer to trade for him. She traded 5 pullets and a future lamancha doeling. I call that a good trade! And if she keeps him around like she says she will, maybe she'll stud him to us next year...
In other news, Sasha the pregnant pig is... still doing nothing. Dangit. She's just something of a permanent bump in the straw in the pig house. Well, considering how I felt in my final days of pregnancy all 5 times, I'll give her that.
And finally, PEtunia is now almost a week past due with bunnies, again, and still nothing. She's pulled fur twice (though not much each time), and nests every couple of days, but nothing. Oh, Baby Watch sucks...
|Posted on December 5, 2012 at 9:55 PM||comments (0)|
For more info on our mini rex bunnies, please see our ongoing adventure on our blog at Sweet Peas Rabbits.
|Posted on December 2, 2012 at 9:40 PM||comments (3)|
Today was one of our last nice days (which isn't bad to say in Dec!), so I decided to trim goat hooves one more time. After the challenges from the buck in rut last time I had to enter the goat pen, I asked about proper buck management on my forums. This time I was prepared.
I entered the pen with a leash in hand, lassoed him, and clipped him to the fence pretty tightly. I then led the girls out one-by-one to trim hooves. They all did pretty well and with the help of a bucket my back was not screaming at me. Finally it was his turn. I choked up on the leash pretty well and kept him right where I wanted him all the way over to the stand. He hopped up pretty easily and actually stood quite well for me while trimming. He was better about it than the girls. I was pretty filled with confidence at this point. Maybe any challenge from him was all in my head. Maybe he's not a huge butt during breeding season as I'd suspected.
I took no chances and kept him very close while leading him back and releasing him. No troubles at all! Yay!
Then I remembered that I'd intended to dump the water and refill it with fresh. Sigh... So, I made myself as big as I could and walked confidently into the pen. He walked toward me with his head cocked. I got bigger and yelled "NO", very loudly. He cocked it more and made a quick movement at me. I took no chances and grabbed his beard, as I'd been told to do. I pulled it downward and yelled no again.
Apparently he took this as quite the challenge. The second I let it go he tried to butt me. I got ahold of that beard again and YANKED it, yelling no. He struggled, trying hard to catch me with a horn. I saw no choice. I kept that death grip on his beard, grabbed one horn, twisted his head, beard up-horn down, and took his ass down! Because I wasn't letting go of my handles, I went down with him. I lay there on top of him, while he took a couple of breaths, stunned. Then he started to struggle. I'm sure it looked something like a twisted highschool wrestling match on the ground. I just kept pressing my body into his, looking at the ground, and all the goat poop in which I was laying, thinking about the length of the shower I was going to have to take to get this buck smell out of my hair.
At this point, Julian, looking on from outside the gate, got concerned. He asked if I needed any help. I just calmly asked him to please dump the water so that we could refill it. By the time he got it dumped and was safely outside the pen again the buck had been completely settled and was just looking at me through one VERY wide eye. I quickly released him and jumped up, then back quickly out of the pen, while he righted himself.
I took a moment to make sure it didn't look like I'd injured him. He walked away ok and looked fine. As I refilled the water from safely outside the pen I noticed he was hiding in the shed. He would peek out, see me there, then back up into the shed again very slowly. He wouldn't raise his head or look directly at me. Little punk was likely ashamed of himself. Rightly so, if you ask me!
I kept my eye on him for the rest of the day. He showed no sign of injury at all, so I felt completely justified in my actions to keep myself and my kids safe. He hasn't challenged me again, either. When I left the pen I chuckled and said to Julian, "and that's why we have only little goats".