I watched them hunker down in the furrow, start scratching in the dirt. You know how a farmer does, using the handle of his pliers, maybe an old pocketknife or screwdriver. They find a few seeds right at the depth they want them to be. Pushing the dirt back over the seeds and patting it a little, they walk 50 yards farther into the field, start scratching again.

I hate to admit this, but I’m having a hard time telling my kids and our cattle apart. I mean, there have always been similarities between Colemans and cows, but I think we have moved past resembling each other and into total herd confusion.