With Thanksgiving barely relegated to leftovers it is time to enact our holiday tradition of putting up the cows’ Christmas lights.
What is one of the worst phone calls a dairyman could ever receive?
“Hey, Farmer Bright. You are going to have to buy that last milk truck tanker. Your sample tested positive for antibiotics. You polluted all of the other farmer’s milk on the entire load. You have to pay for it.”
No farmer ever wants to get that call. Continue reading
Thanksgiving is totally for moochers and there’s no denying it. Let’s think about the big feast you’re about to attend.
Odds are you didn’t even help with preparing the meal. In fact it is probably a ten to one ratio of eaters to cooks. Sure mom, grandma, great grandma, and your aunt have been slaving away cooking and cleaning, but you’re just coming to prevent any accumulation of left overs. You moocher, you. Continue reading
Today I was very happy to find my lost pocket knife. I misplaced it yesterday and finally retraced my steps back to where I had left it. A farmer can never be without one, or as my extension agent once said, “A man should always carry a pen and a knife.” Okay, I’m still working on the pen part. But this does remind me of the time I tried to take my “town knife” on a plane. Continue reading
I have a teenage daughter. Now most dads might think about what a burden that is. They might talk about the nonstop talking for instance. Or giggling. Lots of giggling. Lastly, they might reference teenage boys and explain how their gun needs cleaning or how hard they can hit a ball, or balls, with a baseball bat. You’ve seen the memes; you’ve heard the song. I think it might be different now. The times they are a’changin. Continue reading