His name was Simon and he had gorgeous blue eyes. Although this sounds like the start of a love story, it is not. I had just lost my beloved cat and was looking for a replacement at a local animal shelter. A scruffy brown furball with beautiful eyes peered at me suspiciously–wondering why I would bother … More The Cat Who Could Open Doors
Most of my stories on farm trucks are about “Old Brown“, the 1977 Ford farm truck that never died…just had its parts replaced, one piece at a time. Today’s tale also includes a bonus segment on one of Old Brown’s companions in the shed. One fine day, Dad’s errand list included a trip to the implement dealer for … More Cigars and Farm Trucks Don’t Mix
Recently, hubby and I spent the day talking to high school sophomores about careers in animal science. We both have advanced degrees in this field (masters degree in ruminant nutrition) but our personalities and preferences have taken us to very different jobs. This makes us uniquely qualified to talk to students about the wide variety of … More Career Day–Future Animal Scientists?
Once upon a time, a kitten was born on a farm. The tabby was much bigger than his litter mates and was soon named “Big Kitten” by a three year old boy. Big Kitten was the boy’s favorite. He would carry the kitten around like a flour sack. The kitten’s front legs hung over the … More A Tale Of a Three-Legged Cat
On a recent business trip, I took a short walk through Founder’s Garden on the University of Georgia campus. As luck would have it, my walk followed shortly after a rain shower.
I have a confession to make. I am terrible at growing zucchini. Zukes are the “kindergarten” of gardening. Aspiring gardeners start with that and work their way toward more challenging vegetables. Zucchini are supposed to be the plant that makes a person feel like they accomplished something. Like they are a REAL gardener. Every year … More Garden Confessions
Pullin’ pullin’ pullin’ Pullin’ pullin’ pullin’ Pullin’ pullin’ pullin’ Pullin’ pullin’ pullin’ Weedin’! Keep mowin’ mowin’ mowin’ Though they just keep growin’ Keep them trimmers goin’. Weedin’! Don’t try to ignore ’em Just hoe and pull and pile ’em Soon we’ll be eatin’ cukes and snap beans. My family is salivatin’ For zucchini they are waitin’, all … More Weedin’ [To the Tune of Rawhide]
We recently returned from a quick family trip up north to Manitoba. My middle son was enchanted by this field of canola and how small it made the grain bin look. I loved the bright yellow flowers and their contrast with the blue sky.
In addition to chasing wild tanks, we have also gotten to experience the fun of hunting down scared and stupid chickens after a critter raid. Did I mention that chickens are stupid? Not really important to this story, but still true. My sons have a colorful flock of chickens that are allowed to roam and scratch … More The Great Chicken Hunt(s) of 2014
Of all activities that came along with becoming a parent (dealing with vomit, no sleep, spending money on ridiculous things) the one activity I never anticipated was having to bathe chickens prior to the county fair. Here is my take on the whole process….written in the style of those classic children’s books by Laura Numeroff including “If … More If You Give a Chicken a Bath