It’s all right, in fact, it’s a gas
The natural gas utility doesn't give me the time of day -- until they need money. They are like big utility versions of teenagers...
I was the Lennon sister you never heard
At the ripe old age of 8, I decided I wanted to be one of the Lennon sisters. It occurred to me that I...
Being just one of the crew turns out to be good experience for new...
Steve, his mom and I drove to the airport in Cleveland June 30 with our oldest son, Austen and put him on an airplane...
FSA Andy: What you should know about the Conservation Reserve Program
It seems as though "going green" is all the rage. But did you know the Farm Service Agency has been "going green" for many years?
On My Mind: You can learn a lot from the classifieds
In Farm and Dairy's Classified Advertising section -- we used to call them Want Ads -- there are always many intriguing headings. I enjoy reading the Dogs and Dog Supplies, Horses and Ponies, Hay and Grain, Miscellaneous and Wanted To Buy.
Grassed waterways: A reminder from nature that management still needed
This is the time of year when harvest begins, and farmers become aware of where erosion and gullying is under way in their fields...
Farm and Food File: Economic woes piling up
So corn is rockin' north of $7, beans are toyin' with $14, cattle look to be headed to who-knows-where and hogs, well, bacon is sellin' for what steak used to.
On the Outdoors: Outdoorsmen setting standard in community service
While touring the Portage County Randolph Fair, I spotted avid Suffield, Ohio outdoorsman Al Kisamore in the hog auction audience. He was representing the Ohio Fur Takers club, an active conservation-minded group that each puts its money where a needy mouth is.
Once again, here come the trolls
A day does not pass without some Big Ag chieftain or Capitol Hill yakker parting their perpetually pursed lips to unleash total nonsense on...
Scott Shalaway: No one has to tell the birds summer is over
On Aug. 25 at a high school football game on Wheeling Island in the Ohio River, a flock of high flying birds distracted my attention from the game. Shortly before sunset, I counted about 50 common nighthawks swirling and feeding above the stadium lights. I watched until they disappeared in the darkening night sky.