Sunday, July 24, 2016

A Good Reason to Spoil Your Picnic


Thursday, July 14, 2016

Saturday, July 9, 2016

Did You Hear What Happened on That CAFO Farm?


This gets really good at paragraph six.

First of all CAFO stands for Concentrated Animal Feeding Operation.

This particular greedy farmer increased his farm size in order to support his three sons who wanted to continue to farm side by side.


This farm chose to have their cows inside so that in the fall and winter they would be sheltered from rain, snow and freezing temperatures. In the summer the open sided barns with fans and water misting them would keep them cool and comfortable. And, of all things, they have beds to lie in that are made of soft rubber cushions and fed a special diet just for them. I know, horrible aren’t they?

Well, this type of incident has happened twice on this farm – at least what we know, maybe more that hasn’t been brought to light. We’ll just highlight these two.




This is the paragraph where it gets good. Last winter a heifer calf was born premature. She was so tiny and helpless. One of the owners took this calf away from his mother – such a horrible crime. 





They brought her into their home and wrapped her in warm towels that they reheated every so often. They did nasty things like allowing their 10 year old daughter to sit with her and read stories. Their Golden Retriever lay beside it. The calf was fed with a lamb’s bottle and the warm towels were changed frequently. All through the night every 3-4 hours for two days this disgusting behavior happened. They even named her Katniss after the hunger games character because they thought the calf was a fighter. 




Even after all this horrendous exhausting behavior the calf died. Needless to say the family that stole the calf away from the mother was crushed.



This latest incident started June 30. This little Angus-Heifer calf was born one and a half months premature. He weighed in around 25 pounds and looked like a little fawn. And he had a spot on his forehead where the skin hadn’t full grown.


The larger calf is a few hours old and the little brown one is a day old. This shows how tiny he was.
The owners and the herdsman treated the spot on his head and then proceeded of all things to try to keep this animal alive. Throughout the week they fed him with a lamb’s bottle, moved him to the horrible hot box to help keep his body temperature up, treated him with a few various medical products, tried to tube him but he was too small so they fed him with a syringe. Every few hours someone was taking their time to attend him. 

One of the owners, the female one even prayed over him, massaged him trying to stimulate him. Pretty disgusting.

Well, this horrible treatment went on for a few days until one day he started to get a little spunky and the farmer and another worker actually helped him stand up. He seemed to be responding and the dehydration they were fighting looked like it was losing the battle.

The female owner was so nosey that she could never leave or return to the farm without stopping in to caress, talk to and love on this calf.

Last night on her routine trip back to the farm she stopped in to bother the calf with her concern and found him dead.

Unbelievably the owner’s heart was sickened and the tears came.

This is being reported so that you as consumers could know that with all this horrible, caring attempts and the hours and dollars thrown at this calf, it was a wasted effort. This money grubbing, mean, despicable CAFO owners who operate with nothing but greed failed their quest.




I hope this sarcastic reporting of our efforts show you the true heart of farmers. CAFO doesn’t mean bad, greedy, and disgusting as the media and special interests groups want you to think.

We just happen to be large enough and choose to farm with this method to do the best we can.
Please don’t swallow the Kool-Aid these groups are feeding you. They have an agenda all their own and it isn’t as sweet as the drink.




Come to us farmers and ask. We are more than willing to show, tell and share the truth.
On face book – Ask The Farmers, Ag Chat, Agriculture Everyday are just a few good sources.
Hang out on my page A Farm Wife – I share all the Ag pages.

www.AskTheFarmers.com and www.AFarmWife.com are a couple of web sites also. You can find more through the face book pages I mentioned.

Please share this so we can bridge the information gap between the farmers and those who we try to feed. Consumers have a tough time sorting through all the fear laden lies out there.





Friday, July 8, 2016

Barn Sweet Barn



I have been away for a day or so and when I come down the road and am greeted by this beautiful sight I cannot express my gratitude for where God planted me. Home Sweet Home. Barn Sweet Barn.

Monday, July 4, 2016

Sunday, June 26, 2016

What I Wished I Would Have Said

Last night I ran into a young man that I haven’t seen for a very long time. We were at an event and he came over, sat down and we visited.

It was fun reminiscing. During the conversation he mentioned his parents were divorced.

“Divorced? I’m sorry I didn’t know that” I said.

“It’s been over 10 years now.”

I asked how his parents were doing. He talked about his dad and said he hadn’t seen his mom for about 10 years.

Immediately I said “You need to call her.”

He said “I knew you would say that. It’s OK.”

“You do, you have to.”

He put his hand on my shoulder and said something like “It’s fine.”

We were at a venue with a lot of people and the music was loud and it was hard to talk. I wanted to drag him into a corner and sit and talk with him but it didn’t work out that way.

A few minutes later he said “I got a birthday card last year and she added her cell phone number on it. It’s posted on my wall and I look at it every day.”

We were with other people and the conversation came to an end. Oh how I wish I could talk more with him.

This is what I wished I could have said.

You need to call your mom. As a mom I can think of no other thing other than the death of a child that would hurt more. I can’t imagine being out of contact with any of my sons.

I don’t know why you haven’t spoken. She may have done or said something horrible. It doesn’t matter. You need to call your mom.

People change. People regret things said and done. You didn’t live in her skin and have no right to judge her actions.

The fact she sent you a birthday card and included her phone number tells me she wants to reconnect.
Why doesn’t she call you, you may ask. Who knows? Fear, fear or fear perhaps. You can’t control her actions nor should you judge them.

You need to call her before it’s too late. There will always come a point when it’s too late. Too late shows no mercy. Too late is not a rehearsal. Too late is a heavy burden to carry.

You have a perfect opportunity to model integrity, compassion and love to your sons.

What if she rejects you? You’re going to get hurt again, but not as much as not knowing if you could have made it work after you’ve reached the “too late” stage in life.

The most important thing that you may not realize – you need to forgive her. You are slowly killing yourself. You may not think so but unforgiveness is like a small leak in the bottom of a boat in the middle of the ocean. You only realize it when you’re too far out to sea and the leak has let in so much water the weight will sink you. Your water is bitterness that is building inside you. It eats slowly, yet surely.

There may even be a physical connection to the bitterness that has lodged itself in you.

I’m not sure if the young man will read this. But this I know. One of you who are reading this needs this. You need to call or visit your mom, your dad, your brother or sister.  There’s a daughter or son still waiting to hear from you after all these years.

Yes, it’s hard. Yes, you’re fear filled and anxious.

I guarantee you that if you travel into “too late” land it will be far worse than the hurdles you need to overcome to make things right today.

I pray that God will give you the courage and strength, whoever you are, to connect with the person who hurt you or perhaps you were the one who wounded someone else.

Even if the attempt to connect doesn’t result in what you desire there will come a time when this attempt to try will be the one thing that gives you peace.

Here is a link to a short blog I wrote that may help you see this in a different light.


Friday, June 24, 2016

Endings and Beginnings


I ran into an acquaintance yesterday morning. Her husband has been sick quite a while. We exchanged pleasantries and I asked her how everyone was doing in her world.

“Hospice has been called in” she said smiling. She looked tired but not defeated.
I told her I was sorry to hear that.

“He’s tired of fighting and his body is worn out. He even said he thought he’s only going to be here a few more weeks. He just doesn’t want to leave the kids and me.”

I told her I could see how he would feel that way. “As hard as everything is now we know that heaven will be better for him. But, it’s not like you’ve done this before. We can believe all we want yet sometimes the not knowing part is difficult.”

She agreed and said he had read a book called Heaven.

“By Randy Alcorn?” I asked.

“Yes” she said smiling. “He said it’s really helped him. There’s a line in there that he holds onto – Imagine being at the best party ever and it is time to go home. You don’t want to because you are having a great time and don’t want it to end. Once you do leave the party and head home there’s an after party that outshines the original party beyond description. That’s what heaven will be like.”

I know her heart is heavy and facing what is coming is not an easy task, yet throughout our whole conversation she smiled.

I told her I’d be praying for all of them. And, I did throughout the day and during the night last night.

Yesterday afternoon I also saw someone who I haven’t seen for quite awhile. She has a new baby. She looked really good and was happy, yet her eyes were tired.

“How old is he?” I asked as I looked at his scrunched up, old man’s face. He’s so precious. Blond as blond can be and chubby cheeks with just the right amount of fat rolls.

“Four and a half weeks.”

“Is he a good baby?” As if there could be a bad baby. She knew I was referring to his sleeping patterns and eating and such.

“We’re still getting into a routine but so far he’s been pretty easy.”

Those of us there cooed and fawned all over that little wigglie bundle wrapped in the receiving blanket.

We compared a few things with her first child and we all chimed in with our own experiences. Mom was all smiles the whole time.

“We’ll see how he turns out, but so far, so good.” She smiled with tired eyes.

During the night as I was praying for my friend and her husband I thought how ironic yesterday was.
I met and visited with someone who has a few more weeks before she has to say good bye to someone she loves dearly. And, then later that day I met someone who has just said hello a few weeks ago to someone she loves dearly and has the rest of her life with him.


Celebrate the ordinary

Today is the only day you have. Don't wish it away, worry it away or plan it away. Your ordinary days add up to life.



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