Thursday, November 12, 2009

Opinion Article


Does Organic Mean Better?

By Kelli Osgood

All natural beef. 100 percent organic. To a middle-aged consumer pushing a grocery cart down aisle 14, what does this mean? Does it conjure up images of a Hereford cow, wearing tie-dye and braiding hemp? What’s so bad about “regular” hamburgers, anyway? What does regular even mean? In a time where everyone’s going green, going global, and even going broke, does one go organic, natural, or reach for a good ‘ol grain-fed steak?

My theory has always been that although eating natural, grass-fed beef may have some benefits, I don’t believe that it is a superior way to raise or consume beef. However, being the open-minded consumer that I am, I decided to do some research for my fellow non-vegetarians and get to the bottom of this debate.

First, I began my research with some definitions. Come to find out, an organic beef doesn’t mean a steer that recycles a lot, and “all natural” doesn’t translate to never shaving.

According to the National Cattlemen’s Beef Association (NCBA), natural may be used on a label if “the product does not contain any artificial flavor or flavoring, coloring ingredient, or chemical preservative or any other artificial or synthetic ingredient.” Most beef falls under this category, as a cow can eat whatever she wants and the beef is considered natural.

Certified organic beef must be raised in accordance with certain USDA standards. The cattle must be fed 100 percent organic feed and not be given growth hormones or antibiotics for any reasons. Generally, this type of beef is priced the highest. At the end of 2005, organic beef accounted for 1.7 percent of grocery sales and was priced at an average of $5.16 a pound.

Grass-fed beef are the ones who spend their whole lives singing “Don’t fence me in.” They have spent their existence out on open fields, eating grass to their three stomachs’ content until it’s time to be processed. But unlike organic beef, they can be given growth hormones and steroids. According to the NCBA, grass-fed beef contains slightly more omega-3 fatty acids, and can provide more conjugated linoleic acid (CLA) than other beef. CLA is a polyunsaturated fatty acid health professionals believe has cancer-fighting properties; however, it is not clear if there is a health benefit in this difference.

The most common form of cattle is grain-fed beef. These are the cows that bring certain feedlot towns their odor – they spend time in a feedyard, getting fat from corn, vitamins and minerals. Research from the University of Nebraska-Lincoln shows that consumers prefer domestic corn-fed beef over all other choices because of the tenderness and flavor-enhancing marbling. In 2005, 98 percent of beef sold in retail stores was grain-fed and the average price was $3.56 a pound.

For cattlemen, the overhead of producing certified organic beef is costly. Not using growth hormones and ionophores means the animal’s bodyweight is decreased by 70-100 pounds and feed conversion is 10-15 percent less, respectively. This decrease may increase the feed cost of gain by five cents per pound of gain.

There is always the argument that organic, grass-fed beef is best. Some prefer the taste, others like the idea that the meat they are eating is not injected with any medicines or hormones. The health benefits have not yet been proven, but the popularity of going organic is growing, from 1.1 percent in 2003 to 1.7 percent in 2005.

The bottom line is that although certified organic beef may cost more, the benefits of it at this point are unknown. All beef consumed in the U.S. is subject to strict government regulations and inspection procedures that ensure safety.

So, before you throw your arms up in frustration and reach for a drumstick instead, remember that all beef is naturally nutrient-rich, with eight times more vitamin B, six times more zinc and three times more iron than a skinless chicken breast. I’m going to raise it, buy it, eat it and enjoy it, no matter grain-fed, grass-fed, or certified organic. And that’s no bull!

Thursday, April 16, 2009

The Education of... Me

So, here is the part where I get to reflect, analyze, and ponder about the past and potential future of where the JMC major has led me. This class in particular (JMC410) has been my favorite Dr. Klyde class as it allowed us to really have free rein over our stories and the way that we complete them. It was really a fun class because we were trusted to complete our work on time, meet our deadlines, and find our stories without being pressured by daily due dates and constant over-the-shoulder AP style checks by the professor.

My time in the JMC major has really been good. Honestly, it was easier than I thought and I hope that my career allows me to always stay creative. I really didn't like the newswriting all that much (inverted pyramid, etc.) but I liked the newsediting and layout class a lot. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed the Media Ethics class taught by Dr. Peck. I think that everyone in the major should make it a point to educate themselves by taking that one. I have loved the small classes and interaction with the other students - it seems that we are all in this major together and everyone is really good about helping each other out with confusion and corrections.

For anyone considering UNC as the place to launch your journalism major, it has been a good experience for me. Like I said, it was easier than I thought, and sometimes you wonder why you cover the same things over and over (and over!) but overall,I feel my education has been well rounded in the News and Editorial emphasis.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Day In The Life


Branding in Briggsdale

By Kelli Osgood

Russell Speaker's idea of fun is made up of cold mornings, hot irons, rawhide ropes and big-brimmed hats. Bawling calves, dusty clothes, and the occasional practical joke on the newcomers translate into time well spent for a cowboy.

A day spent taking care of new calves in Briggsdale, Colo. -- in northern Weld County -- offers the average consumer a real insight into the time and energy ranchers spend keeping their beef cattle healthy.

The morning began with a rose pink sky and a thermometer that read 26 degrees. Speaker, the owner of the angus-cross cattle that were going to be processed that day, was already outfitted in his leather chaps and a big grin. Several horses were saddled, and two men, CJ Parker and Tyler Smith, were sipping coffee out of silver thermoses and speculating about what needed to be done.

“I’m not gonna lie, I really do like helping Russell,” Smith said. “Even though we only have a handful of babies to brand, it should be a fun time. ’Cause, not only do we have to rope them, but the horns come off, we’ve gotta give shots and of course, there’s always the bulls that become steers.”

The hefty black cows and their babies moved easily through the pasture, and were sorted by age in the holding pens behind the Speaker arena. A call of “In!” meant to let the calves running by into a smaller pen. When “By!” was hollered, the gate closed and the cows would trot by, giving the evil eye to the gatekeeper, into the large pasture.

By this time, it was mid-morning, and an easy 47 degrees. The sun set high in the sky, and it was time to rope calves. Watching cowboys rope makes the bystander want to jump in and join the fun. They swing their big, soft ropes with grace and land their loops on the calves’ necks before the animals know what’s happening. Once around the neck, another roper slips in and throws his loop at the two hind feet. The calf is stretched out, held down by a ground crew, and the necessary steps are taken to ensure that the calf will be healthy for the rest of the season.

The heifers, or young females, were sorted off and doctored first. For the heifers, the procedure was to give a shot of 7-way Clostridial vaccine underneath a front leg, clip off their stubby horns if they have them, and imprint them with a C)S (the Speaker brand.) The vaccination helps to ward off many bacterial diseases, including blackleg and tetanus. Although the air smelled like burning hair and the calves often bawled in protest, the whole thing was really efficient and when the ropes came off, the calves walked off, wobbly and dazed.

The bull calves had the same things done as the females, but in addition they had to be castrated by Speaker. He said that the bulls are turned into steers to allow for easier handling and that most males don’t deserve to be bulls anyway. With his small pocketknife, he did the surgery with ease, and it was a quick procedure. “Here ya go,” Speaker said as he tossed the testicles at Parker, who grimaced at the idea of eating them. “You know, there are starving kids in China who would love to eat those!”

Coats were shed quickly as the temperature rose and the calves each took their turn being roped and processed. One of the guys broke into the case of beer and the loops thrown began to get fancier and the smiles grew wider. The cows looked concerned and stood at the green paneled gate separating them from their babies. Although conversation was minimal, the dull roar of the branding fire and the deep murmurs of the cattle never allowed for silence.

When the sun cast a four o’clock shadow, the day’s work was completed and the worried mothers were reunited with their calves. “This is a really important day in their lives,” Smith said. “If we didn’t take the necessary steps to make sure our calves stayed healthy, then the hamburgers on our plates would be few and far between. Some people complain that we are inhumane. These calves are our money, our bread and butter. We do everything we can to make sure they’re treated right. Plus, we don’t do this for the money. We love it.”

The day finished with a rose pink sky over three tired, satisfied cowboys who were ready to eat dinner. Speaker thanked them for their work and said he was happy with how the day went.

“Many people probably think I am weird,” Speaker said. “But to me, this is the most fun you can have with your clothes on.”

More Information

Name: Russell Speaker

Location: Briggsdale, Colo.

Years involved in cattle business: 45

Family: Wife Brenda, children Tim, 11; John, 17; Jerry, 18

Cattle Raised: Black angus cross and longhorns

Favorite Part of Being A Cowboy: “Definitely the horses.”

Thursday, March 12, 2009

The Profile


After Eighty Years, Cattle Rancher Still Loves His Job

By Kelli Osgood



If a person should ever want to see a happy rancher, Virgil Johnson is that man.

He wakes up every morning, generally around 6:15, and fixes himself a strong, hot, black cup of coffee. He looks out his window at the quiet prairie sunrise, shakes his head in dismay at the morning news, and thanks God for another day to feed his cattle. His sharp glasses frame kind, mischievous blue eyes that have observed 80 years of growth, transformation and change.

Johnson has witnessed a lifetime of change in an industry that is all he has ever known: the Colorado beef industry.

“I have lived and breathed cattle since, well, since I could brush my teeth I guess,” he said with a laugh. “I bought my dad out of his herd in 1973 and made some adjustments to stay up with the crowds. But I have always loved this life.”

When Johnson was born in 1928 in Stoneham, Colo., -- west of Sterling off Highway 14 -- the Weld County cattle industry was pretty much a backyard operation. The ranchers raised their own calves, brought them to small feedlots, and sold them in Denver when they grew to a certain weight. Johnson said that change was slowly implemented, as the fast-food restaurant mentality overtook the United States and the demand for beef grew to a commercial level. A lot of the small farms were bought out and consolidated.

“Feedlots really made a big difference. Bill Farr, Warren Monfort, these guys were pioneers for how it all operates today,” he said. “In the '60s, they bought cheap corn and beet pulp, fed it to a bunch of cattle and changed the way we do things now. It sure made it tougher on us little guys.”

Johnson said he doesn’t believe that the commercialization of the industry is completely negative. Prices today are relatively steady, and there are a lot of options as to where to ship your cattle when they are old enough to go to the feedyard. However, when he recently crunched numbers, he said that it took him more than one third of his calf crop, or 35 calves, just to cover feed expenses. He said that his profits were greater 30 years ago.

Russell Speaker, another long-time Weld County rancher, said that the commercialization of the cattle industry has been a detriment.

“Just like everything else you see today, big business has swallowed up the little fish. We can’t keep up with them,” Speaker said. “We can’t afford the real estate to just throw ’em out on grass. Sure, Colorado has two and a half million cattle. But there are only 13,000 beef producers in the state. What does that tell you?”

Johnson said that the prominent breeds of cattle have changed as well. He said that when he bought out his dad’s herd in 1973, it was made up of Herefords only. He quickly implemented change, keeping up with the growing popularity of Black Angus (which are the thriving breed in Colorado still today) in the late ’70s.

Virgil said that he was surprised at this trend.

“When I was young, no one would even buy these black cattle at sale barns,” he said. “They were too small. Well, once you start breeding them with something that can bring a little more milk to the table, you’ve got yourself some beef-producing mommas.”

The cattle business has really been a family affair for Johnson. The modest farmhouse that he still calls home was built in 1910 by his mother’s parents. Today, his son, daughter-in-law and grandchildren share the property with him and run the business together.

“I love my grandpa and love to help him!” exclaimed Paige Johnson, his 12-year-old granddaughter. “My favorite part is when we have the baby calves. They really like me too.”

Underneath his silver Stetson, below his wispy hair and behind his sparkling blue eyes, it is obvious that there is a sharp man who feels lucky every day for the life he gets to lead.

“I love good horses, I love chicken-fried steak, and I love when my calves climb up in those big trucks and go to market,” Johnson said. “A lot of guys complain about what has happened, what is going to happen, what’s happening now. It’s not really that way for me. I love to wake up in the morning and worry about my cows. Ranch life is good, and making a living while doing it sure helps.”

More Information

Name: Virgil Johnson

Residence: Stoneham, Colo. (Weld County)

Age: 80

Years in Industry: 77

Family: son Skip, daughter in law Heidi, granddaughters Paige, Taylor and Lindy

Hard Times: Johnson survived the 1949 blizzard, although it killed the entire calf crop.

Favorite Part of the Business: Johnson said that the real reason he had cattle was so that he could have horses. He also loves when it is time to ship in the fall.

Interesting Statistic: Colorado ranks 10th in overall cattle numbers nationwide.