For vegetarians are unknowingly tearing apart and terrorising the environmental and sociological stability of the whole globe.
If their ‘veganic’ agricultural systems were to gain a foothold on the soil, then agrochemical use, soil erosion, cash cropping, prairiescapes and ill health would escalate if we were to carry on producing the quantities of foodstuff sufficient to feed our industrialised population.
He had learned to cope with his present predicament by continually escaping into the rustic memorabilia of his past.
Reg was the only charismatic character on the farm.
Livestock pumped the economic heartbeat that enabled these smaller farms to survive.
My first job was to muck out the yearlings’ house and I remember experiencing an innate sense of wholeness the first time I watched the shower of dung being flail-fountained out of the back of the muckspreader; fertile fodder to sustain a living soil.
Then he’d perch himself up high on a pulpit of vegetable crates and munch his way through half a dozen harvest pies.
Dusks drifted into nights screech-scouted by barn owls presiding over rickyards, linhays and looseboxes all bursting with a lava flow of manure; the mainstay of global wellbeing.
One of the biggest threats currently confronting the survival of the mixed farming systems of the world stems from the hypothetical fanaticism of the various vegetarian pressure groups.
With the women mocking him, he’d vent forth his daily parable on the fate of this once -upon-a -time, peaty, organic, friable loam soil (deliberately raising the volume if the farm manager came in earshot).
“See yon field yonder (this field now being the northern tip of one big 190 acre amalgamated field), t’was where I pastured the milch cows in former days.