I remember the day our son said he didn’t want to ride horses. We couldn’t blame him because he is allergic to them, and his allergies weren’t getting any better. Yet it wasn’t just the allergies that made him want to stop.

Tractors drive daily farm work, yet they’re linked to 218 U.S. deaths each year, nearly half from overturns.

Grandpa races the clock and the open road to make a grandson’s birthday in Idaho Falls.

I’m not really one whom you’d call a first adopter, especially when it comes to the newest, latest, greatest, fanciest piece of technological equipment.

A mild start to March had me believing spring had settled in – right up until the storm proved otherwise.

Calving season. It’s the very best of what the agrarian lifestyle has to offer, interspersed with moments of extreme disappointment that always seem to accompany the absurd futility of the livestock business.