It’s Valentine’s Day today as I sit down and pen this. A day created by Hallmark for guys who said they loved you 22 years ago and would keep you posted if there was a change to that. 

Happy days are here again in the Pacific Northwest as we hit winter solstice and the days are getting longer. It’s amazing how a few days of sunshine will fire back up the dopamine receptors.

When contemplating what the worst job on the dairy is, we have several contenders. There is tarping the feed pile as we dodge rat- and silage water-filled tires; there is dealing with retained placentas that chose a later date of exit than the calf that filled it. Dealing with abscesses or backward calves, and the one thing I was dealing with this morning that seemed like great article fodder: dehorning calves. 

There are several keys to wedded bliss in a marriage where you both work on a farm or farm business. Keys like: Never go to bed angry, the family that prays together stays together, and never move cows together.

Le Nouvel An est toujours un bon moment pour réfléchir à l’année qui vient de se terminer et se fixer des objectifs pour celle à venir. 

Welcome to 2025! Like you, I will no doubt be writing checks for the next three months with 2024 scratched out in the top corner.

“Feliz Navidad” was ringing through the Faber household as I sat down to write our Christmas article. Christmas music in the beginning of November seems a little early. Christmas celebrations should have a firm line in being celebrated post-Thanksgiving.

It’s that time again in the Pacific Northwest – pumpkin spice lattes, kids’ soccer games and corn harvest.

I was getting ready to go out on the town the other day, and Mrs. Faber was not impressed with my attire.

T-minus two weeks and all the political calls, signs, ads promising free bread and circuses will be done.