I have nothing against Thanksgiving. Really. Any holiday that has pie as its main export is all right with me.
“Many years ago in the ’60s, Black squirrels of London Were exported far away, To Kent State University Where they populate today.
From the moment I held my firstborn son in my arms, I realized, almost instantaneously, that this wild, wonderful, unpredictably joyous journey I had only just begun would, in the blink of a moment, lead to my own planned obsolescence.
Appropriate words for this time of year, let’s consider the following popular poem attributed to Father Dennis O’Brien, M.
I have taught the benefits of current, accurate farm financial and production records since I started working with dairy management students at the Agricultural Technical Institute (ATI) in 1974.
In the big, slow move this past summer from the big, painted house in town, my worn copy of Aldo Leopold’s A Sand County Almanac went missing.
Hasn’t autumn been extraordinary this year? November blew in, and each day so far has been as mild as a day in May.
Feeling the chill of dreary fall mornings makes it hard to come out from under bedcovers and get a move on.
Maybe you consider yourself a good employer. Maybe your employees believe so. Or, maybe not. If you have had difficulty managing employees, it may be useful to learn some things you can do to become a better employer.
If you’re a conventional farm policy person – as most farm leaders and members of Congress are – Daryll Ray is becoming your biggest pain in the neck.