We only want autonomous collaborators that are incentivized to make or break their own income.

The farmers are older; they are under financial stress to produce more margins, yet they keep getting less.

We control health and pathogenicity by complex multi-speciated relationships through symbiosis and synergy. Portable shelters for livestock, along with electric fencing, insure hygienic and sanitary housing and lounging areas, not to mention clean air, sunshine, and exercise.

A pig has a plow on the end of its nose because it does meaningful work with it. It is built to dig and create soil disturbance, something it can't do in a concentrated feeding environment. The omnivore has historically been a salvage operation for food scraps around the homestead.

Oh, my goodness, when we came to the farm in 1961, I mean, it wouldn't even support one salary.

Our culture doesn't ask about preserving the essence of pig; it just asks how can we grow them faster, fatter, bigger, and cheaper. We know that's not a noble goal.

In general, we run the farm like a business instead of a welfare recipient, and we adhere to historically-validated patterns.

We've got this cultural mentality that you've got to be an idiot to be a farmer.

If a job is worth doing, it's worth doing poorly first.

We can move water easily with plastic pipes. We can move shade around with nursery cloth like a tinker toy for animals and plants. Yet we have developed this necessity to grow food with chemical fertiliser because we have forgotten the magic of manure.

I always said if I could figure out a way to grow Kleenex and toilet paper on trees, we could pull the plug on society.

You wanna get diarrhoea? Eat industrial food.

From my earliest memories, I loved the farm. My grandfather was a charter subscriber to Rodale's Organic Gardening and Farming Magazine and had a huge, well kept garden with an octagonal chicken house in the corner.

Ecology should be object lessons that the world sees, that explains in a visceral, physical way, the attributes of God.

We can produce more per acre on a fifth of the fuel as the industrial food system.

We move the cows every day to a new spot which allows the grass time to recuperate and go through its what I call 'the teenage growth spurt.'

We will never sell or have an IPO. What that does is suddenly flushes you with cash. It makes you now work for a group of stockholders, who, again, put pressure and temptations on your true-blueness.

That's the joke about confinement pigs: they taste like whatever sauce you cook them with.

Our motto is we respect and honour the pigness of the pig and the chickenness of the chicken. That means not confining them in a house with hundreds of others.

The industrial food system is so cruel and so horrific in its treatment of animals. It never asks the question: 'Should a pig be allowed to express its pig-ness?'

An orchard can grow pastured poultry underneath. A beef cattle or sheep farm can run pastured poultry behind the herbivores, like the egret on the rhino's nose.

The pig is not just pork chops and bacon and ham to us. The pig is a co-laborer in this great land-healing ministry.

Despite all the hype about local or green food, the single biggest impediment to wider adoption is not research, programs, organizations, or networking. It is the demonizing and criminalizing of virtually all indigenous and heritage-based food practices.

If we fail to appreciate the soul that Easternism gives us, then what we have is a disconnected, Greco-Roman, Western, egocentric, compartmentalized, reductionist, fragmented, linear thought process that counts on cleverness.