Bog Myrtle & Peat

The oats which filled my autumn have begun to pull their weight. This small crop of cereals was an experiment to find out how mixed farming could support wildlife, and I revelled in the phenomenal excess of birds during October and November. So far so good for wildlife, but I was always keen to make my work count for livestock too.

Lots of farmers are paid to plant “sacrificial” crops which are never harvested and are simply left for the birds to enjoy. It’s a good idea, but I dislike the feeling of nature being “bolted on” to a commercial enterprise. I’m never too comfortable with the “farming in this bit, nature in that bit” school of thought, which seems to imply that the two are somehow divergent and need to be kept apart. I’d much rather build birds into the active mechanism of this project.

I could’ve left my oats to moulder and given all the goodness back to the birds, but I wanted a share of my crop too. I used old-fashioned techniques to harvest those oats, and I managed to bring a ton and half of clean grain (plus a few hundred sheafs and seventy small bales of straw) into the sheds before the autumn descended. Now I’m feeding that stored crop back to my cattle, and I can see three key advantages to this approach over sacrificial crops.

1. If the whole crop had been “sacrificed” in October, it would’ve been eaten or rotted away by Christmas. There would’ve been far too much feeding available for wild birds to use, and the overall effect would have been a waste. By bringing a large percentage of those oats in to dry and then doling them out to the cattle every day,  I’ve hugely extended the value of this crop. Small birds pick away at scraps, crumbs and rogue oats which are mumbled out by the browsing cattle every morning. Linnets and starlings love it.
2. The oats are a fantastic feed for livestock. I’ve got the bull tuned in to eat a bucket of rolled oats every day and he’s steadily building condition and filling out in all the right places. Without these oats, I’d have to buy bags of concentrates to feed him, and things get environmentally ropey when you decide to ship in feed. Many of the best concentrates have a heavy focus on imports like soya and palm kernel, and I’d rather work with local stuff for obvious reasons.
3. By the time I sold thirty straw bales and a quarter ton of rolled oats to a neighbour, I’d covered the financial outlay of growing the crop. I can now fatten the bull and feed another beast on the surplus, and I still have a mound of small oat straw bales which are universally useful. Of course I can’t establish a concrete bottom line for this project because the crop took so long to harvest and things would look less impressive if you factored in my hourly rate. However, this investment of time will not be anything like as hard to bear next year because I’ve learned how to cut several key corners and the work will be much faster and easier. For example, now that I know that cattle love eating whole sheafs, I probably won’t thresh so much next year because threshing was the desperately slow part.

Importantly, now I’ve seen what these crops can do for the farm and the wildlife, I’m trebly enthused to do more of them, not to satisfy any scheme or funding application but because I think it makes sense to grow them. Maybe I’m doomed to be a lone voice on this, and it’s probably unrealistic to imagine that many people will strain to follow my example when they hear how much work went into harvesting in 2018. But there is an added pride when I see the bulging pomposity of my bull and recognise my own sweat and labour in the hump which grows on his neck. He stands against a backdrop of linnets and finches, and I feel things starting to work.