Slug love is fascinating sight
Look at those nasty things was my first reaction.' But, then like staring at a train wreck, I found myself in awe of these...
Call me. Maybe.
I don't know when our home phone got demoted, but it did. It used to be the ringing of the home phone was like...
Don’t forget the camera when you head outdoors
Good pictures don't just happen. And, too, the best camera can't take a good picture on its own. Good pictures are born in the...
Outdoor wildlife recreation is worth big bucks
According to the results of the recently released 2011 National survey of Fishing, Hunting, and Wildlife-Associated Recreation, more people than ever (16 and older)...
Drought caught you short on feed?
The drought of 2012 has caused many livestock producers to question the feed they have on hand or will be harvesting this fall. Will...
Long weekend takes us to the races
Long weekends make traders nervous. Anything can happen. Three days is too long to hold a position for some, so they buy back or...
The day my singing spotlight faded
Doris Day led me astray -- influencing me to sing what could certainly go down as the worst possible song to sing in a nursing home.
And then, along came a spider
Just when I think it's safe to leave the house, nature, not content to menace me IN MY OWN HOME decides to take the...
Numbers, what they really mean?
Since figures backstop fact, numbers are the meat and potatoes and forks and knives of journalism. They are, in a word, beautiful, and, like...
My blaze of glory in the dairy show ring
Editor Susan Crowell is going to quit her day job and become a professional dairy showman. All someone needs to do is to: a) train her; and b) keep her in M&Ms.
