Category: Agriculture
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Till the Cows Come Home to Double Dan Ranch
*Confession* Referring to my husband as a “farmer” is incredibly awkward to me. He raises livestock, not crops, so in my mind and probably most everyone’s west of the Mississippi he qualifies as a rancher. On the other hand, my husband finds it incredibly awkward when I refer to him and his parents as ranchers…
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Star Shape, Square Hole
Think back with me to some of the very first toys you ever played with as a child… Was one of them some type of box with cutouts, that you would stick shape pieces into the holes on the box? I believe most of us probably had one of these, or at least something similar.…
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National Ag Day? Ain’t nobody got time fo dat!
What is Farm Talk doing for National Ag Day? I hope Farm Talk is including National Ag Day in the paper! What kind of editorial things will you be doing for Farm Talk? Yikes! National Ag Day apparently has a lot of expectation baggage strapped to it, for a weekly regional agricultural newspaper editor… or…
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Even cowboys like a little “Harlem Shake”
I’m a Harlem Shake enthusiast. I’m even to the point of having the song on my iPod, so when I need a little pick-me-up I will rock out with a one woman dance party in my Pontiac. It happens… More often, than not. But anyway, I digress. A little late joining the Harlem Shake craze,…
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Project Vegan: I didn’t think he’d actually agree.
I say lots of random things. My friend, David (Yoda, for those of you who frequent HH&SS) is on the receiving end of my “many bright ideas.” Such as… “Hey, want to become partners in a Scottish Highlander cattle operation?” “David, everyone knows the world’s greatest cattle breed would be anything crossed with a Brahman.”…
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Be aware of what you share
This following picture recently appeared on my news feed: The friend who “shared” this photo is someone I love dearly, so while my first reaction was to get blood boiling mad, I didn’t want to speak out of anger or pure emotion. Pure Emotion. That’s exactly what this is. It’s a misleading photo, with a…
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I was never in 4-H
It’s National 4-H week!!!Yeah, I was never in 4-H. Bam. Just like that “city kid” is stamped across my forehead in red. Don’t get me wrong, as a child I knew what 4-H was, but as a suburban dweller I always felt like it was a club that excluded me. Instead I was 4-H party…
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