Wednesday, September 26, 2012

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.


  1. I admire your record keeping abilities. Hope you get some of the sweet snack, too!

  2. I love love love the picture!

    Best wishes for a successful inspection...

  3. Good luck. I'm sure you'll be just fine. A little creative work and that photo would make a terrific Christmas Card.

  4. Good luck and a painless inspection.
    What a beautiful picture!

  5. Johnny is beautiful.

    Good luck with the inspection!!

  6. Isn't blogging great? In the middle of chaos one can create order, even if it's just a blog post with a photo. Orderly. Clear. Connection. Communication. Now back to chaos! (And I bet he gives your organic farm the blue ribbon of excellence.)

  7. It is 5 pm and we are knee deep in "where is that little piece of blue paper I wrote down that search seed on?" and "did you remember to get a sales receipt for those calves we bought a couple days ago?"

    Just about 24 hours to go and we can stop glaring at each other...until next year

  8. Who is invading who...seems like your cookies and coffee will soon be in him. ;-) I'm sure everything will go well.

  9. Why do you Americans have to use the word 'Locker'. What's wrong with the good old English word 'Abattoir'; other than (of course) that it's French!

  10. Doug...The days of spiking ones refreshments in order to manupulate the inspectors findings are long over...aren't they? Now excsue me. I have brownies to frost

    Cro. From now on I shall refer to it as "Abattoir". Even though all the American farmers will make fun of me. Big deal, they already do.

  11. This brought back memories of Mom & Dad at the kitchen table with the endless coffee cup, two pies on the counter, and seed/feed/marketer talking over that mound of papers.

    Love the photo of your horse. So joyful.

  12. And the inspection is over! see my next post. Susan, wher would the farmer be without coffee?!?!