Look Ma! I Survived!

by Pauline Montemayor

Montemayor mug shotLet’s set the scene here.

Imagine, if you would, a serene garden with about ten people in it. Three of them (let’s name them Rachel, Justin, and Laura) are clumped together and discussing the tasks to be dealt with that very day. The rest of them are either walking through, barely getting their morning started, or they’re already busy with whatever garden task they need to do. It’s nothing out of the ordinary. It’s peaceful. The smell of morning dew is still in the air, the mourning doves are cooing. Cue Rossini’s “Ranz de Vaches” (A song most everyone’s heard in Looney Tunes cartoons without knowing what it’s called. So here’s a link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-PAEuqHJ6Z4)

Now coming into the scenery is a baby deer, a fawn. It’s cute, right? There is something odd about this scene, however. We have a fawn, but no mother. Where is she? Well, rest assured that Mother Doe is safe and sound behind the fence, and out of the garden. Little Bambi, however, is not.

Let’s pan back to Rachel, Justin, and Laura. The three of them are mid-conversation, until each of them pause and furrow their brows into a look of confusion. Because running past them is Little Bambi, in a panic. Chasing the fawn in a full-on sprint is a girl, who appears to have raided GI Jane’s wardrobe. She’s already out of breath, yet hurdling over the various crops and other obstacles. She’s not chasing the deer out of fun, let’s make that clear. Instead, she’s channeling her inner Border Collie and is herding the scared animal out of the garden so it can get back to its mother and therefore not do any more damage to the plants. It’s a win-win. However, things aren’t boding well. Little Bambi is nowhere close to an exit and and is still running across the field with the girl right behind it, hurdling over snake and gopher holes. That is until the girl stops dead in her tracks. She inhales sharply at the sight in front of her and then utters a few expletives as she exhales. She has, inadvertently, found where Ridgewood Ranch keeps their bee colonies. So, she waits a moment and weighs her options. Run and chase the deer from behind the hives with the risk of getting stung multiple times? Leave? Wait?

Then she decides to toss a rock towards the deer, in hopes of scaring it out of its hiding place. Success! The fawn bolts out. By this time the girl has squatted in the tall grass so she won’t be seen. She waits until the deer is close enough to a gap in the fence and then sprints after it again, yelling to scare it and make it run. “GO BACK TO YOUR MOTHER!” the girl screams and Little Bambi does just that. Now the girl can breathe and take her sweet time heading back to the trio, Rachel, Justin, and Laura.

Saving a fawn. All in a day’s work.

Just kidding.

My day was barely getting started.

With my internship coming to an end, one would think that I’d be used to the wildlife on the ranch. But with animal encounters like mine, it’s pretty damn hard. Remember: snake catching in the bathroom, rattler decapitation, bunny staring contests, and now deer chasing. However, what I have gotten used to is the work and working in the heat despite my sweating like an NBA player. I’ve gotten so used to it that I’m not sure if I can part with it so easily. And even though some of the tasks were meticulous, I was able (and this might just be me) to get through it by turning it into a game. For example, whenever we had to flat seeds I secretly raced against Laura and wouldn’t tell her why I was exclaiming “Yes!” She later figured it out.

In my last two weeks, I was dreading the day I had to leave. At Ridgewood Ranch, there was never a boring moment and I enjoyed the freedom that came along with living on a 5,000 acre property. I got a huge share of agricultural education while also having my share of fun. I gave myself a refresher on archery and got to practice it. I do remember Rachel’s word of advice on the topic, and that was: “Not at people.” Suffice to say, no one was harmed in Pauline’s archery practice except Pauline. I wound up getting a large welt on my forearm from the string’s recoil.

In addition to that, I also learned more about the history or Ridgewood Ranch before Charles Howard owned the property. Apparently there was a family who lived on the property during the mid-19th century and was made up of about thirteen children. Nine of the thirteen children died tragically after contracting diphtheria from a traveler who stayed at the property. As a result the children, along with their father, were buried on the property. Where on the property? A little less than half a mile from the house I stayed in. I had to ask one of the longtime residents a question that had been burning in my mind since day one, but I was too chicken to find out the answer to until the last day. The question was: Is this place haunted? Now I’m a scientist and rely on data for my education, so it’s expected that I don’t believe in ghosts. But I also grew up with a superstitious mother. The short answer to my question was: Yes. So when I packed up my bags and loaded up my car to head back to my air conditioned home I couldn’t help but say this in my head as I left. “I’m sorry if I disturbed you. I meant no harm. So please don’t haunt me, curse me, hover over me, and/or sing ‘Unchained Melody’ while I handle clay. Just please don’t make your presence known because I will sh*t myself.”

Just give me some acreage, seeds, tools… Reflections of an Ecology Action Intern

By Pauline Montemayor

Montemayor mug shotI killed a rattlesnake. I didn’t think I had it in me, but I did. Before anyone calls PETA on me, there’s good reason as to why the snake had to go. One, the snake was just outside the entrance to the garden and could have easily bitten an unsuspecting passerby. It was also a juvenile rattlesnake that barely had its rattle, therefore we’d have been more unlikely to hear its warnings. Two, Kevin, my housemate, had already concussed it so I felt it was better to put it out of its misery. I decapitated it and buried its head. Why the latter? A lot of the people I told the story to have asked me that. The thing about snakes (especially the venomous types), apart from being slightly hypnotizing to watch, is that their nervous systems remain active sometimes hours after decapitation. What this means is that the snake can still bite and inject venom. Therefore burying the head is much safer for everyone around. Additionally, since this was a juvenile snake there was no telling how much venom would be injected if it were to bite.

Now that it’s been cleared up, here’s an update. As far as work goes, it hasn’t been monotonous in the least bit, which is definitely a good thing for someone like me. I’m the type that checks out once I feel like I’m simply going through the motions of work, and when that happens I feel very restless. In this time I’ve also found which tasks I’m much happier doing, and those are the ones that require lots of movement and manual labor. Weeding plants, and other tasks that require some degree of meticulousness have become something that can only be done in short spurts. I’ve learned that I need a challenge, something to distract me from the heat of the day. Therefore U-barring and clearing beds have become my favorites and tasks that I am sometimes specifically assigned to.

Outside of work, I have become more friendly with members of the community and have been participating in their nightly dinners. As a result I’ve been finding myself more and more attached to this place and I’m dreading the day that I have to leave. It’s peaceful here and I often find myself relaxed by the sounds of all the animals outside (even the loud horse whinnies). My only bad experience thus far has been the one regarding a snake in the bathroom and me having to come to the rescue. Because, really. Who could expect that?

I feel like this experience has motivated me even more into buying a plot of land and putting a farm on top of it. Forget a fairy-tale wedding, or a giant mansion. Just give me some acreage, seeds, tools, and a plethora of animals and I’ll be happy. Bonus points if I also have a 1970’s Toyota Land Cruiser.

Consolidating Lessons Learned at Ecology Action

By Laura Navarro

Navaro mug shotI can’t believe how quickly my internship is coming to an end! This is already the sixth week and I only have three more weeks of the internship to look forward to. This is a bittersweet thought, I have made great friends here and have fallen in love with Mendocino County; I could see myself living here after I complete my degree. At the same time, I look forward to getting back to Stockton and starting new projects in the Robb Garden at the University of the Pacific. I hope to implement the 8 biointensive principles in the UOP garden, and I would love to have a few beds of my own as well.

The weather has been very good to us these past few weeks, around 90 degrees at the high, which permitted us to get a lot of work done in the garden. The summer cover crop has been removed, the grains have been harvested, and the winter plants are starting to get flatted! One day we spent so much time harvesting grain that my socks and shoes were covered in the prickly grain hairs. The grains were so mature that they were shattering (the grain was falling out of the grain heads very easily), which made bundling difficult because we wanted to save all the loose grains. We harvested potatoes in a bed and were surprised to find pretty good yields! These potatoes were put in the ground a little too early, and Rachel had been expecting very low yields, so we were pleasantly surprised to find a nice amount of potatoes.

We are coming to an end to our internship so I am starting to make a list of all the things I want to do before I leave the Golden Rule Garden. I want to make some flats to bring home, collect as many seeds as possible, learn how to make pesto and a few Kenyan dishes, and make a list of all the literature people have suggested to me. I want to make sure that I leave with all my questions answered and long-lasting relationships with the amazing people I have met while being here. This has been a great experience so far and I wish I could stay even longer but I am excited to share what I have learned with people back at home.

Tiger Quickness in the Garden at Ecology Action

By Pauline Montemayor

Montemayor mug shotI discovered something about myself since being here. It’s that I could, indeed, sweat like an NBA player. Right when I was getting into the swing of things, like waking up much earlier than I would on summer vacation, we were hit with a heat wave. We don’t have the luxury of air conditioning anywhere on the farm. Therefore, our workdays were to begin much earlier in order to beat the heat, but our duties remained the same. That same weekend, though, I was in for a treat. I rode a horse bareback with very little guidance from the horse’s owner, Ellen. The experience definitely blew any trail riding experiences out of the water, especially since I had the opportunity to control the horse as I pleased.

But besides that, my adjustment to life on the farm has been easy. As far as the work goes, I have been able to grasp new techniques quickly and become a U-bar master. According to the garden manager and mentor, Rachel, the speed of completing tasks by past interns had been “notoriously slow.” However, Laura and I had surprised her. In one morning, specifically within two hours, we were able to clear, shape, and amend a little more than 100 square feet (not an easy feat because of the amount of manual labor involved.) Soon, it became the norm for Laura and I to ask what needed to be done next instead of Rachel nudging us along. As for classes, it’s been a challenge for me to find the motivation to sit and pay attention. This is especially true when these classes take place outside in the blistering heat.

Another intern has come along to join us. He’s a sixteen-year-old, who once lived in the Golden Rule community five years ago. Although he’s familiar with the area, he’s still new to some of the practices in the garden. So to make it a bit easier on Rachel (who already works her tail off), Laura and I have been teaching him the ropes. Outside of work, though, it’s a bit of a comedy seeing this teenager interact with my other housemates. For me, especially, it’s a bit surreal because of the fact that I’m ten years older than him and do not understand some of his pop culture references. I’m sure he feels the same way, considering he had to ask what a VHS tape was.

All in all, my experience thus far has gone unchanged. Everything is still very exciting and I anticipate more learning opportunities in and out of the garden.

July Heat in the Ecology Action Garden

By Laura Navarro

Navaro mug shotThe past two weeks have flown by! The week of July 18th was extremely hot with temperatures rising to 111 degrees, and apparently we have already beat last year’s record high. Although I worked in the garden at the University of the Pacific, I am not used to working in such hot weather. I’d find myself taking a lot of breaks and was easily irritable during this week of hot weather. But I got through it and was rewarded with cooler weather the following week! I keep asking locals what they expect the rest of the summer’s weather will be to like and they all talk about heat waves to be expected in July.  I am hoping the weather stays below 100 degrees so that I can work comfortably. I want to be able to give my full attention to the plants and learn as much as I can, but this won’t be easy if I’m frying in the sun.

Despite it being hot, we have been getting a lot of work done in the garden. The garden has been going through some amazing transformations and already looks very different from when we started. The grains are being harvested and baby plants are getting transplanted into the beds. I wish I was doing the six month internship so that I could be here when the baby plants are being harvested. I’d like to be able to witness the full life cycle of the plants that I started from seed. Maybe I will come back up and visit when it is time to harvest the plants that I started.

Speaking of seeds, I have found a new passion in seed saving. I have been told that since 1903, 93% of the known fruit and vegetable varieties have gone extinct! This means that there is only about 9% of the corn varieties left in the world, 8% of the tomato varieties left, 7% of carrot varieties left…and much more has been lost! We often talk about animal extinctions and our efforts to preserve the endangered animals species, but there’s not much talk about plant extinction. These plant extinctions are just as important as the animals; in fact, I would argue that they are even more important because plants feed the world. With the changing climate and our demand for food increasing, preserving plant varieties is becoming more important. This has sparked a new interest in seed saving for me. I’d like to save seed from every crop I grow from now on, especially heirloom and rare varieties that are at risk of becoming extinct. There is a great documentary that I recommend watching called Seed: The Untold Story. This documentary sheds light on the challenges farmers have been facing and the importance of saving seed.

With every passing day I think of this internship less as a one-time experience, and more as the first step to a path of agriculture and sustainability. I am grateful to have this opportunity and I plan to continue on my path after the internship is over!