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Some places have gone quiet. The corncrake's long gone from fields where it once called all summer, and many neighbours said there were fewer swallows this year.

But step onto a well-kept family farm and it's a different story — hedges alive with wrens, bees working the flowers, and the sound of life all around.

While we argue over carbon, water quality and climate targets, maybe the truest measure of sustainability is what we can actually see and hear.

Scroll through social media and it can feel like farming's become a competition in outrage and output. But most farmers aren't chasing likes — we're just trying to keep the ground alive and productive.

Biodiversity isn't a side issue — it's the report card of our landscape. If life is returning to the land, we're doing something right.

What's the clearest sign of a healthy farm where you are?

We wake up to a morning that won't wait. The stock is there and the land needs taken care of. But very few farmers I know climb out of bed believing they're "feeding the world." We're feeding a family, cattle, a livelihood.

Yet the phrase gets used on our behalf. It sounds noble, but it hides a truth: if we don't tell ourselves we're feeding the world, why do we work as if we are? Because the pressure doesn't come from the public or from policy. It comes from inside farming.

I saw a TikTok from a young farmer mocking the familiar contest — who worked the longest hours, who took the heaviest hits, who lost the most money. His punchline landed: maybe what we're really saying sounds like inefficiency. The language we use often implies it. Across the industry, we quietly reward suffering, not success.

Ask whether a job is worth doing, and the reply is instant: "What else would you be doing anyway?" As if thinking, planning, or resting were a betrayal.

Then you meet someone like Clive Bright of Rare Ruminare in Sligo. At a festival talk he said, with pride, that he "doesn't really do any work." Not as a boast but as design. He's built a system that runs smoothly, pays its way, and doesn't consume every waking hour. He challenges the idea that suffering equals worth.

Somewhere between the TikTok bravado and Clive's calm lies a truth we rarely say: most of the pressure crushing farmers is self-inflicted; shaped by pride, habit, and a culture that confuses busyness with value.

We're not driven by global duty. We're driven by expectations we never question. We inherited a mindset that says a good farmer must always be busy. No regulator demands this. No consumer knows about it. It's us, pushing ourselves and each other to keep proving something no one asked for.

So what if we measured farming differently? A system that keeps going when you take a breath. Money left in the household, not just turnover. Cattle that thrive without costing your health. Time with your family, not just time in the yard. A farm designed with intention, not inherited habit.

There are deeper conversations like ageing farmers, succession, wellbeing but they all trace back to culture. So maybe the real question isn't whether farmers are feeding the world. It's whether we're willing to stop feeding a story that keeps us exhausted.

A farm that works shouldn't demand a farmer who's breaking. Saying that is leadership — but the question is: do we have enough people in this industry willing to have the difficult conversations?

There was a time when a hedge was a working part of the farm. Stock-proof, wind-proof, a boundary you could trust, and a source of pride. Keeping it right took labour, skill, and time but it earned its keep every day of the year.

Then barbed wire arrived and it didn't rip hedges out of fields. It did something quieter and more permanent, it removed their purpose. With a few strands and a bag of staples one could do in an afternoon what hedge layers spent winters perfecting. For busy farmers under pressure, the saving was enormous. Why wrestle with a weak hedge when wire solved the problem in minutes?

And the decline of hedgerows ensued. It didn't happen in one generation. It happened because the incentive to maintain hedges vanished. Gaps were patched instead of repaired. Skills faded. Hedges shrank back and lost the solid, working structure they once had. Not due to bad farming, just the quiet logic of efficiency.

Yet now, a century later, we're rediscovering the value that slipped away. Shelter for stock in rough weather. Shade during the hotter summers we're now seeing. Browse on days when grass growth is tight. Movement corridors for wildlife and carbon storage, something nobody in 1900 knew we'd ever need, but which hedges quietly provided.

I'm not against barbed wire. I rely on it every day. But on my own place, I've stopped the old habit of stretching a few strands across a hole in a hedge. These days I just lay a bit of the existing hedge into the gap. It costs nothing, takes the same time, and leaves the boundary stronger than before.

It's a small change, but it reminded me that a quick fix and a good fix aren't always the same thing. Barbed wire may have been the death of hedges, but only because it changed the economics, not the value. And now that we understand the value again, maybe we'll treat them differently.

It leaves me with a final question: what else in farming, or in wider society, is quietly losing its value, and will we only notice when it's gone?

Over the weekend, I was removing jokers from a pack of cards and started thinking about jesters. Every generation has them. Once they entertained kings. Now they perform for algorithms.

Agriculture has its share and some do something genuinely useful: showing the muck and the humour, the setbacks and the sunrises. They humanise farming and build bridges with the public that were missing for years and that matters.

But scroll long enough and you find a harder edge. Some jesters have mistaken attention for authority, drifting into policy commentary, selective science, and simplified outrage. Confident claims built from the first line of a search result. Complex questions reduced to slogans.

Being good at farming doesn't automatically make anyone right about policy, environment, or public perception. That's where the line starts to blur.

But the real cost is quieter. The farmers, advisers, researchers, journalists and policy staff who deal in detail every day are holding back. They've seen how quickly a balanced view gets twisted. That silence helps no one.

The next chapter of farming won't be written by the loudest or the funniest. It'll be written by those who still believe truth matters — even when it doesn't trend.

We all need to remember leadership requires more than likes.