I think everyone has a favorite memory of time spent with their dad. Since this is a farm blog, and it is Father’s Day, I am going to focus this post on some special memories of time spent with my Dad. Before we had grain carts and stock trailers, there was the old red truck. … More The Old Red Truck
One pleasant spring day, the windows were open, and hubby was spreading fertilizer in the pasture next to the house. The old herd bull was in this pasture because it was too early to turn him out with the cows, and there would be fighting, and likely injuries, if we put him in the feedlot … More The Bull In the Window
Jill’s note: This “poem” was inspired by my three sons and their infinite curiosity in exploring the natural world in ways that all-too-few children get the opportunity to do . I have to admit that they didn’t actually do ALL of this, some of the poem’s lines come from stories other farm moms have told… … More An Ode to Farm Boys
For the introduction to this story about a farm truck named “Old Brown”, which has used up more lives than a cat, see “One Piece At a Time“. This follow-up reveals the fate of two more of Old Brown’s replaced parts. Read on to find out how windshield #2 and hood #1, met their demise … More Windshield #2 and Hood #1
In honor of Mother’s Day 2011, here is my tribute to farm mothers (including mine) A Farm Mom…. –can bandage a child’s knee, splint a baby bird’s broken leg, and dehorn a calf –will build a campfire, build a doghouse, and build a child’s self-esteem by letting them think that they built it –can tuck … More A Farm Mom….
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