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Parents might think their children are seeing the same memes and stories they see on their own streams, but because of algorithms, child and parent streams can be totally different.
The other day, my wife greeted me as I came home and yelled out, “Was it a good day? How many babies did you make?” To the uninitiated, that may seem like an odd greeting, and yet for us, Vet Check Friday is kind of a big deal.
The winter months, to me, are some of the most peaceful on our small dairy farm in Adams County, Pennsylvania. Because of our milking schedule, I often go to the barn when it is dark out, and the stars are bright in the sky.
Every time we had to fix a fence my father cursed the British. The chainsaw was thrown into the back of the pickup because we would have to hack our way through the multiflora rose bushes that had overtaken the edges of the pasture.
Marriage is not for the faint of heart or the love blind. It is the wide-open eyes of commitment intermingled with acts of charity. Like the old saying, “I never said it would be easy, I only said it would be worth it.”
We have an old, two-story dairy barn on our farm that was built in 1933. The bottom story is where we have our dairy cows, along with some calves. The second story is where we store our baled hay and cornstalk bedding.
Growing up, we had a pair of ducks that lived in the weeds around the barn. Since my mother was an animal science teacher, Larry and Sally were probably hatched in her classroom and then relocated to our farm.
Most farmers learned how to drive at the age of 13 on a tractor or truck in the middle of the field. Yet, if you’ve followed any farmer meandering through county roads before, you may have wondered if that person driving is having a medical emergency or partook in a few too many barley sodas at the local watering hole.
It was a beautiful day; I was out chopping second-crop hay, and it was the last load for the day. I had just one more day of chopping to go, and then we would be all done with the second-crop harvest.
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