The Faber family is hitting the Oregon Trail, dodging typhoid fever, cholera and dysentery. For those readers who don’t think Social Security will be around for them when they retire, this is a reference to the popular computer game Oregon Trail.

It’s that time of the year in the Pacific Northwest; the tulips are in bloom, the geese have flown to northern Canada to deliver more political promises from Justin Trudeau and the grass is ready to cut. 

Choosing a favorite cow breed is like choosing a favorite kid; and it doesn’t matter what your parents told you, there is always a favorite kid. 

It was spring break in the Faber household, and we were sitting on $20,000 worth of airline miles and zero dollars in cash. Mrs. Faber and the three Faber girls decided that Texas was the place to go to see a country concert with a duo by the name of Dan and Shay perform.

There is a saying that when you have livestock, you will invariably have deadstock. While this may come as a shock to some vegan consumers, cows do die, and it’s not typically in a hospital surrounded by their family and friends. 

Some farms have a “safety-third policy” when it comes to operating farm equipment. This lackadaisical attitude starts when the 10-year-old is driving the farm four-wheeler at break-neck speeds through muddy fields and skidding around the corner.

There was a recent video that went viral on TikTok of a two-headed calf. This video has been viewed more than 30 million times. For better or worse, this is one way the dairy industry can engage with consumers. 

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.

I don’t like cats. My wife and three daughters love cats. Since I am the leader in this house, we are officially a cat household. 

New Year is always a good time to reflect on the past year and set goals for the upcoming one. Most of my New Year's resolutions end up aging like fine milk in the back of a car in Phoenix, Arizona, through 100-degree heat.