The founding fathers got it right. But I’m not talking about Madison, Hamilton or Jefferson, I’m talking about Smith, Lever, Hatch and Morrill.
“It’s time to get political.” That’s a headline message on the Web site of The Humane Society of the United States.
The caller identified himself as a reporter with the Canton Repository. He was doing a story on two dairy farms that are taking part in a pilot program for onfarm manure treatment, kind of like a municipal sewage treatment plant.
National Agriculture Day occurs every year on the first day of spring, which fell this year on March 21.
The recent televised Academy Awards program was an Al Gore-apalooza, as the assembled actors and musicians were almost giddy in their support of the former vice president.
True confessions: I’m a thief. I steal good ideas wherever I can find them. And hopefully, you’re the beneficiary.
An author and writing teacher recent posted a short online blog entry called, “Four Things You Need to Become a Writer.
I can’t open the mail, or another farm publication, or my e-mail without reading the word “ethanol.” We’re riding the e-wave right now, bobbing along on high corn prices and floating on renewable energy currents from Washington.
We’ve looked out our back windows and watched a bobcat prowl the edge of our woods. We’ve watched deer and wild turkeys.
Here it is. My Christmas list. It’s my farm editor Christmas list, not my personal wish list (stainless steel pots and pans, if you must know).
There is a sense of complacency about food safety: Our food supply is safe; I’ve never gotten sick. But the recent spinach/E.
In a perfect world, we’d never print another article like Tony Nicoletto’s page one story about his miraculous recovery from a farm accident.
I have a “first day on the job” speech I give all new editorial department employees. After I review the company’s policies, plan the training schedule, and point out the restrooms, I climb on the soapbox.
(Editor’s note: I wrote this column in July 2003. Re-reading it this week, it seemed like an appropriate piece to reprint.
Winding through the hills of Harrison County earlier this month, I turned onto a road and immediately eased up on the gas pedal as a colorful painted quilt block on a barnside caught my eye.
The U.S. Supreme Court waded into the waters of the United States earlier this summer, finally defining those waters for the U.
“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose By any other word would smell as sweet.” – William Shakespeare Romeo and Juliet By Susan Crowell Farm and Dairy advertising representative Georgeanne Wolf hand-delivered the fax.
When I opened the package, I had no idea what the big, hardcover book was or who it came from. Bobo’s Flying Circus? And then I looked below the title and saw the subtitle: “Autobiography of Gilbert Russell Evans.
If you’re a farmer, don’t read this. If you’re a farmer wannabe, you’d better read this. Everyone else should read it, too.
Baseball hall of famer Ryne Sandberg said his dad always told him, “Keep your nose clean, your mouth shut and your eyes and ears open because you might learn something.