By Jim Hagarty
1994
To those of you who think that newspapers are only full of bad news, I would direct your attention to the recent article which detailed the efforts by scientists to reduce the methane gas emanating from the millions of cows on the planet.
Yes, you felt despair over war, homelessness, poverty, crime and terrorism but you were only seeing half the picture. Stack up those things against the work being done to lessen the bad air coming out of various openings on cattle and I think you’ll agree the picture doesn’t look so dim.
In a research barn in Ottawa, runs the Canadian Press news report, a cow named Betsy is being feverishly experimented on with the aim of cutting down on her contributions to the greenhouse gases causing environmental damage to our planet. On her left side has been implanted a plastic porthole through which scientists are able to work on her main stomach, a body part that regularly churns out 600 litres of gas a day. By genetically altering the feed she eats, they’re hoping to make her digestive system work better. Plus it’s cool to be able to look through a window and see the inside of a cow.
The bad news is, it’s going to take at least five more years to get this system working, so the burps and flatulence from the world’s cattle herds will probably have warmed up this planet to an average skin-blistering 45-degrees Celsius by then and none of us will care how smelly the cow’s belly can be.
Of course, as usual, the scientists haven’t bothered to place a quick call to a certain rural editor in Stratford, Ontario, who spent his formative years working in large wooden enclosures where dozens of gas-producing cattle were kept and who often wondered about ways of making them less windy (the cows, that is, not the barns.) Many years before scientists started tossing around the idea that diet had something to do with it, the editor in question had already figured that out.
“It’s all that bran,” he realized one day after dumping yet another load of grain in their feeder. With no way to measure exactly, the young farmer nevertheless estimated each cattle beast was chomping down the equivalent of about 60 bran muffins a day not to mention the 25 large cans of corn niblets and, if a forkful of hay can be compared to a salad, about 10 or 12 caesars before sunrise. You eat all that, day and see how many parties you get invited to.
This problem is compounded by the fact that, after the cow has chomped down all this stuff, she then finds a nice quiet place under a tree to sit for the next six hours, regurgitating it all back up from her stomach into her mouth and chewing it all over again.
The editor says, save the $100 million in tax (or whatever the research is costing), cut back on the muffins to one a day and institute the following menu for all cows everywhere:
Breakfast: cheese pancakes.
Lunch: cheese soufflé.
Supper: macaroni and cheese.
Bedtime snack: biscuits and cheese.
And when the cow flatus dilemma is finally solved, as it surely will be, let us then turn our attention to even bigger problems, like getting birds to stop dropping their droppings and fish to hold their water in the water.
The rural editor, if asked, has ideas for remedying those environmental hazards, too.
