Working with calves is insanity.
Read MoreI am not a person prone to doing things part way. Consider, as an example, my fashion.
Read MoreI am not a good butcher.
Read More“I feel pretty secure having reached this milestone. Other businesses can try as hard as they want but I’m not sure they’ll ever catch us as long as we produce Enough.”
Read MoreI am not one who considers difficulty a necessary or inherent part of cattle rearing.
Read MoreI think it’s plain to see that I’ll soon be kicking back and relaxing with my wife and kids because I’ve worked out such an amazing strategy to save time – it’s just not quite pulled together yet.
Read MoreIt feels weird taking so much time to explain something so very simple, so we avoid the awkwardness and stick to that wonderful mantra of failure: “Just do what you think is right.”
Read MoreIt does not take too much time to hand write something. I find it easier to pick up a pen and jot a few thoughts in a moment of tranquility than it is to fire up the computer and open the document to do the same.
Read MoreI would very much like the opportunity to stabilize the yard and expand my composting operation into the space.
Read MoreThere is something of a war going on between the folks who believe a farm is a business and those who believe a farm is not.
Read MoreFor me and my sister, the biggest DO NOT CROSS line was boredom. Just alluding to the possibility of being bored conjured up Mom’s List of Suggestions that we could undertake in order to overcome our unfortunate childhood entertainment deficit.
Read MoreMost of my days are spent on the edge of my proverbial seat, waiting for something to go wrong so I can proclaim my rightness for worrying about it.
Read MoreMy goodness, if that’s the whole philosophy backing sustenance production, then maybe we really are forever doomed to be on the brunt end of hick jokes passed around more urbane classes of society.
Read MoreBy accepting distress, I can operate the baler very effectively using my own abilities. Inside a soundproofed cab, I felt vague and disconnected, clawing at my ears as if the motion would somehow clear an obstruction.
Read MorePicking a specific animal out of a mob, then convincing the chosen steer to walk through a narrow gate and into a new location is a misunderstood form of art.
Read MoreThis place has gone bananas. I might need some sanity reinforcement this week. Let me fill you in on the events from yesterday:
Mom, Dad, and I got dressed and headed over to Grammy and Grandpa’s house. They were home and Aunt Kate was there, too, waiting on Uncle BJ to jog in from town. Nothing unusual so far.
Read MoreI like to help Dad with the grassfed herd. He covers a LOT of territory in a day, though, and that makes it tough for my short legs to keep up.
Queue my Mom Engine.
Read MoreI got a fort. Aunt Kate and Uncle BJ went on an adventure and retrieved the structure to be assembled in our yard. When it arrived I was pretty confused; Mom got me up from a nap and there were planks and sturdy supports scattered in front of the house.
Read MoreYou can imagine my excitement, then, when Dad surprised me on a warm day last week. He rooted long wooden poles out of the barn and flipped over a metal igloo that’s been sitting near the water’s edge for my entire life. Guess what? IT FLOATS!
Read MoreWe all know certain characteristics are inherited from our parents. I got my mom’s good looks and my dad’s butt.
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