Tuesday, January 26, 2016

I'm the guy on the big agricultural implement going slow on the highway

There's a fair bit of agro-tourism in this area and a local one, black-crow pumpkins and corn maze had one this year.
this is the corn maze I combined yesterday pic courtesy of black-crow pumpkins

I noticed the corn was still there in January (usually it gets knocked down or cut by someone, and found the owner of the patch, and worked out a deal to combine it.   It's about 10 miles from my farm, probably a 45-minute trip in the combine, and it looked like there was enough corn there to make it worthwhile, so off I went.  

The combine is 12'4" wide, and about 30' long, so when I drive in a traffic lane I take up the entire lane and 2-3' next to it.  Most of the time I can keep the machine on the side of the road, so I stick off onto the shoulder, but guard rails and poorly placed mailboxes and stuff make me edge closer to the center.  

The max speed for the combine is about 20mph (22 if I'm going downhill with a tailwind) and you don't see many on the road around here.  It's funny; people move to an agricultural area because they like the green and growing and wide-open spaces, but they forget that the roads are there for everyone - including giant green things that don't go very fast :)

I'm always mixed about whether to go as far right as I can - I do that as much as I can, but I've had other farmers tell me different.  "I drive in the center of the lane because it's when they try to sneak by you that things get dangerous.  Force them to commit to going head-on into the other lane and they tend to be more careful!" says one fellow.  I try to stay to the right to give them the best sight in front of me as I can, because I want them to be able to see the oncoming traffic.

People are very impatient though, but to keep it as safe as I could I pulled over every mile or two and let everyone behind me pass, and then pull back onto the road and kept going.  

The combining of the corn was the shortest portion of the day; about 4 acres of pretty dry corn.   There was quite a bit of lodging (corn that was laying flat on the ground) and something had been eating the corn kernels - even with corn laying a little sideways the corn head will pick it up if you're careful, but if there's no kernels left there's not much you can do.  

 I was curious what the yield would be because this corn had been hit by the same flood that hit me, and there were paths mowed into it (for the corn maze. )  I filled my small dumptruck with one combine load (about 150 bushels and then kept about half a combine load in the combine as I drove home, so the total was about 225 bushels or 6.25 tons of corn off of four acres; so for 2 hours of driving plus 90 minute s of combine work it was worth it.  

I talked to the guy running the corn maze and he explained that one guy planted it, and then another guy tilled it, and a third guy cut the corn for silage.  I said that next  year I'd be happy to till and plant it in return for being able to combine it like I did this year; what I'm hoping is that I can put together a deal with all the corn maze guys and maybe put together 16 or 20 tons of corn; just go down the road and combine it all in a day after they're all done with using it as a corn maze.  

On the drive back, the little silver subaru that was SOO mad at me.  I couldn't tell anything about the driver; but they passed me on a double-yellow section, and then made a point of slowing down in front of me and rolling down the window and honking and waving their middle finger.  I watched how animated the arm was and just had to laugh.  I wonder if they understand where the food comes from -- every time they eat a piece of toast or a corn chip somewhere a combine blocked some traffic for them.  

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Final on the grain corn experiment

Standing in the grain tank, looking forward
 In the spring of 2015 when i was working on my 2015 crop plan I decided that I'd plant some corn and harvest it as grain corn, mostly to feed to the pigs.  The long term forecast said that the weather would be warmer and dryer than usual, and that sounded like good conditions for growing corn.

To prepare for the attempt, I did soil tests  to see what the ground was like, and then amended the soil, mostly by adding lime to it, so that it would give me the best shot at getting a decent crop.  I worked on my old John Deere 7000 planter, updating it to newer seed meters and replacing some worn parts, and I plowed and planted the corn, and then watched anxiously as it grew, ripened and then eventually matured and started to dry out.

Somewhere in the middle of that I purchased a combine at auction, and then had to go back to iowa to get a corn head to fit it, and then do some wrench work to get the combine into field shape, and some welding on the corn head to get it in ship shape, and then put the whole thing together and figure out how a combine works.  I've never used one before, and it took some fiddling and wasted corn before I got the hang of it.  At this point I'm pretty happy with the combine and my skill level at working it.  I'm sure that there's lots of stuff to learn, but my measure of success is how much grain goes into the tank and how much is left on the ground, and by that measure I'm pretty happy.


standing in the grain tank, looking backwards
The corn was "scheduled" to be ripe on Sept 1st, and I thought that would mean that I'd get it dry enough to combine by mid to late October.  It turned out that I didn't get the last of the corn combined until January.  the quality of the corn didn't suffer, but I did lose some of the corn due to lodging (where the corn falls over in the row) and some to animals.  In particular, a pesky beaver ate about 400 corn plants in the field where these pictures were taken.  The beaver would come out of the ditch that runs along the south side of this field, snip off  the corn plant, and take the whole plant and ears back into the river with him.  Given that he's been eating so well, I'm sure he'd be very tasty :)

At on first blush I thought my yields were going to be very good; amazingly good, actually.  I didn't get the yields I thought I would, for two reasons:  1) My corn planter is set on 36" rows, not 30" as I thought, and 2) the area I was samplign seems to have had a larger number of two or three-ear corn than the majority of the field.  I did end up with quite a bit of corn; roughly 110 tons, but it works out to 160 bushels an acre.  that's a little below average yield for USA corn.  There's room for improvement, but I have to say that I'm pretty happy with the harvest.

I did end up having to buy and use a grain drier to get the corn down to the 10-12% moisture content it needs to be at for long-term storage.    To dry the corn I  used 600 gallons of propane; a little more than I would like, but part of that was a learning curve, too.  It helps that propane is super cheap this year.

Right now corn is selling for $157/ton or so; that's the commodity price for #2 yellow corn, which this is.  So by that measure the corn I grew is worth $17,270.00   I'll note that corn prices are down quite a bit this year; just last year, that same amount of corn would have been worth $23,571 ($6/bushel); a big difference.  But commodity prices do that.  Part of farming.

So using the current price of corn, here's how it breaks down:

Corn value, dry at farm:  $17,270
Combine purchase             -3200
Corn head purchase           -2200
parts/repairs combine        -1800
parts/repairs corn head      -900
120 gallons diesel              -360
harvesting labor ($15/hr)  -650
Grain drier purchase        -3800
Propane                              -700
combine supplies              -500 (hyd. fluid, oil, grease, antifreeze)
Seed cost                           -800
Cultivation/planting          -1000

Costs total $15,910, leaving a net profit of $1,360 vs low cost corn

So even at the low corn prices that are present this year, my corn venture on paper made a small profit.  It should be clearly profitable next year because while I'll have to buy the consumables (diesel, propane) the big purchases from this year are all paid for.  Plus having a combine opens up all sorts of crops to me; wheat, barley, harvesting my own seeds (grass, alfalfa) and gives me a whole bunch of nice options for crop rotation.

The real profit (savings) are actually bigger than what is shown here.  I can't buy corn for $157 a ton here; it's quoted at $250/ton at the local feed mill, which makes my production worth $27,500 - and if I buy the corn in the form of pig feed, mixed with soybean meal and minerals and so on, the corn comes in at $390/ton - $42,900.

To make the corn a complete feed I'll need to add some protein to it, and then figure out what I need to do to process it.  The most likely source of protein is going to be some sort of bean - field pea or chick pea or soybean - and to do it right I'll need to process the feed; grind and mix it.  that will be the challenge for this coming year.  

And that brings me to the 2016 crop plan, that I'm working on now.

Monday, January 11, 2016

The crazy plumber

A year or two after I started selling animals I had a man come by the farm; he was compact, energetic and had great eye contact.  Jerry was a plumber or HVAC guy; he had one of those trucks you see with his name and picture on the side, and inside it you'll probably find all of the tools of his trade.

Jerry had grown up on a farm, and had moved to this area for better economics, but really missed having some animals, and he'd been driving by, he explained, and saw my animals and farm from the highway, and decided he'd stop by and see what I was up to.

So I spent an hour or two talking to him as I walked around and did the chores for that day, and he was an attentive audience as I talked about this or that.  I'm interested in the economics of farming, and he asked questions about it; what do the chickens cost, how much feed was, how many chickens I lost; and from his questions and comments it was pretty clear that he'd spent time on a working farm.  Mostly because the hobby farm folks never care about the dollars and cents part, but the commercial farmers that I know all know what their costs are down to the penny.

A good way to pass the time and at the end of my rounds we shook hands, and he drove off.  I didn't think much of it, but I wasn't too surprised when he was back about a week later.  He'd asked about my laying hens, and I ended up selling him 6 of them, and lending him a cage to transport them with.  I was pretty sure he'd be happy with the hens; they were at point of lay, and there's nothing better than fresh eggs, and chickens are pretty easy keepers.   But business is business; I charged him a deposit on the cage that was my cost to build it, plus a few bucks.  I learned to do that because my chicken cages were popular, and disappeared pretty  regularly.  this way if it came back it cost the customer nothing, but if they kept it I could replace it without losing any money.

the chickens went into the cage, and then into the back of his truck, and I watched as his huge portrait on the back of the truck faded away down the road, and then went back to doing what I was doing.

I was surprised to see him back about a week after that, and this time he was very interested in the pigs I was raising.  How many per litter?  How many weaned per litter?  Any health issues?  Do you have to help a sow farrow, basic stuff.  I ran through the basics of pig husbandry, and asked him if he was interested in breeding pigs; he was, he said, but needed to find a place; how big should it be?  I talked him through what I'd recommend, and off he went.

A few days after that he bought four little gilts from me, and a boar piglet.  I was surprised because he told me that he lived in the city, but he said that he'd rented a place and that he was going to keep them there.  Turns out the place was just down the road, maybe 500' from my front gate, and I could see his truck go out my gate, turn down the road, and then into the next driveway.  I thought to myself that this guy was pretty dedicated to farming, but that he'd do ok.  I did note where he was going; I could see it from my property, and I was curious - I kept an eye on that little plot he'd rented, glancing over now and then.

Over the next month I noticed several pens go up, and then a big chicken coop, and then a second truck showing up; Jerry purchased more chickens from me, and then said my price was a little too high; he'd found a source for chickens for $5 each (I was at $20 at the time) and i explained that older hens, after they'd been laying for a few years, typically got sold cheap, and that the $5 chickens were probably older, and he brought one over, and it was pretty clearly an old hen from a commercial facility; the beak had been dubbed and the bright yellow legs of a younger bird had been replaced by the more washed-out color of an older hen.  But he'd purchased 200 of them already, and I felt a little bad giving him the bad news, he seemed to take it ok, and off he went.   this is where I started calling him the Crazy Plumber in my head; there wasn't any rhyme or reason to his purchases; completely by impulse, but it's a free country :)

So this pattern continued for the next 6 months; every few days he'd show up, and have another animal; a pig, a few chickens, a guinea fowl, some turkeys, and he'd present them to me, and I'd give him an opinion on the animals condition, and he'd go off with the animal and add it to his collection.

This had started in March, and now in July I noticed a sign up, "pigs for sale" and positioned on the road so that people coming off the onramp would see it as they came to my farm, and I had folks who I had given directions to my farm tell me that they'd come and purchased pigs from me... but they hadn't.  they'd purchased piglets from Jerry, and I didn't know where he was getting them from, but this was a bit annoying, so I had to start telling folks how to get to my place.  the old directions were "get off the highway and look on your left for pigs; I'm the only pig farmer on the road"; now it was "get off the highway and look for a big hoop barn on your left; that's my farm".

I heard from several people that Jerry was selling "young" hens at $10 each, half my price, and that he was selling piglets for $25 less than mine, too.  And I reminded myself with a rueful smile that competition happens, and being open about farming and practices had a downside, too.

Part of the way that I learned about these sales is that people would believe that they were buying from me, and call me to complain about something that they'd bought; the hen wasn't laying, was losing its feathers, the piglet wasn't thriving, normal retail conversations.  But I had to explain that they hadn't dealt with me, they had been dealing with Jerry, and pointed them his way.

I've always had a money-back-or-replacement guarantee on my animals, for the first 30 days, at the customers discretion.  I am curious about why they want to exchange, but they don't really need a reason.  I've found that it's just been better to take the small occasional loss from an excellent return policy from time to time than have any more unhappy customers than possible, and over time this policy shifted the business back to me.  I was selling stuff I backed up, and had the inventory most of the time to just swap if they wanted.   People notice quality, and if you're in the business for the long term, that can make all the difference.

So as we moved on to fall, I noticed Jerrys van less and less, until finally a strange truck appeared at my driveway one morning.  Keith explained that he'd been working with Jerry on the farm, and that Jerry had decided to move on, and would I be interested in the animals they had?  Possibly, I said, let me take a look at them.

I so went over and looked; and there were the 5 pigs I'd sold earlier in the year; in pretty good shape.  Maybe 70 or 80 of the old laying hens, and a few turkeys and ducks.  Why do  you want to sell?  We just don't want to farm anymore, says Keith.

I ended up buying back the livestock for about 1/3rd what I'd sold it to him at, which wasn't much, but it gave me enough margin than I figured i could make up for the sales that I'd lost earlier in the year, and I loaded up all of the animals and brought them back.

I couldn't mix the poultry with my flocks; I don't know what they had, so I built a pen over on the side, and ended up selling all of them to one group of Nepalis (people from Nepal); the pigs went into a quarantine pen so I could observe them for a few weeks to make sure they were healthy, and eventually the four gilts all had nice litters for me.

And Jerry?   About 7 months later he showed up at my farm gate, this time with a set of cows that he wanted to sell.  Was I interested?  I'll take a look at them, I said, and he took me down the road about a mile to a second field he'd rented.  I ended up buying those cows off of him, figuring I could auction them at a profit (beef prices were high at the time) and made a few hundred off of the transaction.  

And that's the story of the crazy plumber.