Thursday, May 2, 2024

Clovis Webb had left his tractor and hay baler overnight in a rented field on the old Monroe County Poor Farm, which is no...

In many of the weekly farm papers of the mid-1950s was a regular feature called The Song of the Lazy Farmer, which was a short and humorous observation on the passing scene, as well as the author's troubles with his wife Mirandy over his laziness.

How do you explain Congress' public approval rating of only 9 percent and still not one hint of any change in the collective behavior that has made the institution and its members as popular as chickenpox?

The Saturday after Thanksgiving, a pileated woodpecker made my day. For the first time in more than 20 years, I saw one of these crow-sized hammerheads at my suet feeder. It returned several times over a 30-minute span.

Every outdoor enthusiast needs more stuff. And that in itself is enough to make shopping for that special, although often absent, sportsman or woman easy. But it's not because he or she already has everything, or at least it seems so. So let's go shopping.

Purdue's Otto Doering: "We have a tendency in the U.S. to socialize losses and privatize gains." Don't expect to see much of that in the next farm bill.

The grain marketing ship is rudderless this month, as fundamental news is mostly absent and meaningless.

Have we forgotten that there is a bright side to life? I don't need to remind you winter is on its way. How many times have you heard people moan and groan when you mention old man winter? I must confess that I am guilty.

She was visibly uncomfortable with the squirming toddler on her lap. She proffered snacks, and a pencil and paper to the little guy while attempting to slide him, ever so gently to the side. Then she apologized. Over and Over again.

This is the first Thanksgiving in many years that I won't be cooking dinner, with all the trimmings. I've said all along I'd do Easter and Thanksgiving as long as I could and I've finally had to concede.