The G-Man Cometh

I have no business being here. None at all.

I have a ton of work to do.  In a little over 24 hours the inspector from MOSA (Midwest Organic Services Association) will be here on our farm to check our compliance with over 200 organic standards which means ...He will snoop through my paperwork, poke his nose into our barns, run his hands over our livestock and most invasive of all...he will drink our coffee.

And I will smile and nod the entire time.

This is my old horse Johhny, long gone these many years.
Because it's my blog and I can put anything on it I want to.
That's why.

I learned many years ago the best way to survive a survey from a government official is to provide them with a sweet snack, lots of coffee and a mound of paperwork so high that even the most seasoned G-man will begin to miss the sub-standard -bed -bug -filled mattress at the 2 and 1/2 star hotel the certifying agency discovered for them last minute, on-line.

Honestly, being inspected by MOSA generally is fairly painless. They are very clear about what they need to see in terms of compliance( like a log that tracks every animal that came and left your farm) and they love it when your sales records for the past year are on one computer form rather than 300 tiny scrap pieces of paper.

Not that we've ever kept records that way.

We seriously do our best to follow the standards all year long but sometimes one slips through your manure laden fingers and you are a bit shocked when the inspector asks you to prove you've kept records about which animal grazed which pasture on which particular month.

But this is our 4th year of organic inspections and there should be no surprises.

Now where did I put that "Locker Activity" Log that tracks the day we sent each piggie to it's final destination?  I know it's here somewhere.