
Fresh from the Hen House
A grain cart operator is the combine operators right hand man, technically left hand, I guess, when it comes to unloading.
A grain cart operator is the combine operators right hand man, technically left hand, I guess, when it comes to unloading.
Generally, I go ‘round without a hat. A hat squeezes the head, itches the scalp. Plus, I like my hair. But we live in interesting, challenging, new times. We must rise to the occasion. Sometimes, to meet the moment, a man needs a hat.
I took a very unsuccessful walk on Sunday morn. I went out to the far corner of the pasture to get the milk cow and came back with no milk cow.
The energy in the auditorium was already electric. Every single act in the middle school variety show received thunderous applause, a standing ovation. It was the last day of school and the audience was determined to love everything. Then the next act brought out a T-shirt gun.
My big mistake with homeschooling my younger two was not straying away from the book work more than we did. I felt a ton of pressure to get through their work books so they would learn what other kids their age would be learning and stay on track.
K-State horticulture expert gives tips for maximizing growth of Onions and Tomatoes
I want to formally go on record declaring my commitment to the foundational principles of civilization. Chief among them is the notion of private property. From an early age, we are taught to distinguish between mine and yours—meum and tuum. This delineation is not merely practical; it is moral. It forms the basis for trust and the social contract itself. To transgress this boundary—to steal—is a violation of that contract. Put simply, stealing is wrong.
I am the kind of person who loves deals, thinks used is just fine and dandy, and doesn’t pass up much that is free.