Sitting in my PE lecture this morning, I get a text from my sister about pork on the Early Show. Some of you might have seen it, but for those of you that didn’t, here it is!
After Bethany told me about it, and I later watched it, it actually made me kinda mad. This is how our industry gets a bad reputation. Watching the video, they told you all the side effects and then hit you with what I loving call ‘word vomit’. They tell you all the scientific aspects that the average person can’t understand and that the same average person will eventually tune out. When they get done with the ‘word vomit’, they bring out the report of Scott Hurd, a former USDA food official from Iowa State University College of Veterinary Medicine, who states that the report ‘is inflamed and used a small amount of data to frighten people.’ He also states that the meat is safe. But did most of America see and understand that portion of the segment? I don’t think so. I think most were still struggling to understand all of the scientific terminology from the previous portion. So this is your chance! Your chance to spread the word about agriculture and tell the story of your pork! Good luck!
Last Saturday, I had the privilege of hosting an Alumni Day for our Sigma Alpha chapter, Alpha Xi. As co-chair of the event, I also got to help pick the speakers and Jamie Johanson was at the top of our list. Last spring, I had a class with a great person who definitely has a passion for agriculture and is proud to show it. While I didn’t get to listen to her whole speech, I did get to tune in when she started talking about sharing our passion. She was the reason I started my blog last year, and after listening to her talk, I was ready to show my passion to the world once again.
My family is REALLY into the whole photography thing so I figured I would show my passion on Facebook, through pictures of the farm and what we do. Yesterday, when I got home for fall break it was too dark to start sharing my passion so I vowed I would start today. Within a couple of minutes, I learned that sharing your passion through photography was a lot harder than people let on. Without a smartphone, I set out with my own camera, only to find the batteries dead and of course, no extra batteries anywhere in the house. Luckily, my sister allowed me to use hers as long as I ‘was really careful with it.’ So I set off down the hill to find the horses, armed with a camera and a mission.
I had had that perfect picture running though my head. Everyone has seen one, the beautiful horse loping with their mane in tail flowing in the wind. After catching Chex, I realized problem number one: it had rained recently; therefore the beautiful shiny coat would not be involved in any of my pictures. On to problem number two. Have you ever tried lunging a spirited horse while also taking pictures? Practically impossible!
So once I realized that lunging a horse would not be the product of my photography passion, I moved on to a new ‘perfect picture’. The one with your horses ears in the bottom, showing where you are riding and the path ahead of you. I was almost successful in finding a ‘Facebook worthy photo’ out of these but I still wasn’t satisfied. I was ready to give up. I turned Chex back out and led Rowdy to the house to saddle up for a ride. After a long, satisfying ride, I took one last picture.
I realized that my passion can’t be made, it has to be found. And today I found it in a sweaty horse, tired from a good ride. Tomorrow I might find it in checking the cows, or riding the four-wheelers. Even though my passion changes, I’ll always know that I can find it in the wide open spaces that I call home.
As you have probably noticed, I haven’t blogged in a long while. Coming home last summer to two straight weeks of intense farm work and a drought that is still lingering in our pastures, it was hard to find the time or the energy to type. I have been considering getting back to blogging for a while now, but could never get that final push to actually sit down at the computer and open up my WordPress account. This last weekend has been that final big push. Attending Track 2 of the Agriculture Future of America Leadership Conference, I realized that I missed blogging.
We were constantly talking about Twitter and LinkdIN and I knew that I had to get back to blogging. Most of you have probably never heard of the AFA program, so I strongly suggest you check it out! Bringing together about 500 hundred college students for a four day weekend of leadership, communication and networking, it is the best conference I have ever attended. Not only did I get that push to jump back into social media, I also made a lot of contacts throughout our industry. While sitting in one of the sessions, we talked about communication of our story to the public, and how many farmers hide in their communities. I am tired of sitting back and hiding in my community. So here I am telling my story again! I guess I had to realize that I wasn’t blogging to get as many followers and comments as I could, I just needed to tell my own story and hope that one day, I will be able to influence the lives of others like this conference influenced my life.
A couple of weeks ago, I got an email from my Contact Me page saying that two blogging gals wanted me to be featured on their blog the Faces of Agriculture. I was so excited! After looking into their blog, Elizabeth Martin and Jamie Rhoades have come up with a fantastic way to get the word out about what is happening in agriculture around the United States. Featuring farmers from different aspects of the agriculture industry, they are allowing people outside the industry to see what really happens on the farm. Go check out my story and this blog. Great job ladies!
This morning, while I was watching the news, I finally got some good news. And I’m not talking about the world news or politics, I’m just talking about the local weather. When good ole Zach came on channel 13 and said we had a 40 percent chance of rain, I was ecstatic. While most of Missouri is under the clutch of a drought, it seems like our farm is been completely squeezed of all water. The grass that normally feeds our animals is turning into the consistency of straw and the ponds are almost two feet lower than normal this time of year. If we don’t get a decent amount of rain soon, (hopefully today!) we have two options. One is to start feeding hay, and to start feeding hay in June is every farmer’s worst nightmare. The second option is to start cutting the herd, which isn’t a very happy option either. Either way we could really use the rain.
With it only being June, that means the rest of the summer could be rough on our little family farm. April and June are usually are wettest month but this year we are almost 5 inches behind in rainfall totals. All I can say is I really hope the sky opens and finally let our pastures get their fill of a thirsty Thursday!
Happy Father’s Day to all you Dads out there! Since yesterday was Father’s Day in all, I figured it was time to take the spotlight away from myself for awhile and focus on one of the reasons I am who I am today- my Dad.
For almost twenty years now, I have looked up to the man I call my Dad. He is the one that has pushed me to always do what’s best and never looked down at me when I failed. When I wanted a horse, he gave me a horse and a mule (after much convincing that I didn’t need them though!) When I was having a rough time in BIO 120, he had just the right words to raise my spirits and keeping studying. My dad taught me how to respect, how to listen, how to love and, of course, gave me my sarcastic flair.
Dad still teaches even when he isn’t around. In 2007, the summer before my freshman year of high school, Chief Warrant Officer 4 Steve Markway left for Iraq. Leaving for a year was bad enough but leaving your wife and two daughters to manage the farm for the whole time was even worse. With two weeks’ notice on leaving, Dad jumped into gear- teaching Mom how to drive the truck and trailer, Bethany and I how feed hay and drive the tractors and all of us how to live without him for a year. In just two weeks, we finished hay, we moved cows, and most importantly we learned-what Dad did for us and how we had to do it for ourselves. That year passed slowly, with each morning starting with an email from dad and an email back and the weekends were graced with an occasional phone call. I will never forget the first sight of Dad in a year, walking into the building with his unit for the final formation. But it was all worth it, because as Dad always says- “I work to farm”.
Farming is the thing that brings our family together, especially my Dad and I. Some nights all we do is work on the pulling tractor with ten words spoken the whole night but I wouldn’t trade those nights for the world. To me, my Dad is not only the best farmer in the world, but he is also my hero. Happy Father’s Day, Dad!
My first time loading round bales was definitely an experience. Three days out of college for the summer and just finished with finals, I didn’t think my brain could take any more concentrating. But during hay season anything is possible.
I started off the day by following Dad to the field on what I thought would be my designated tractor-a 6200 John Deere- for the day until I realized that I had the bale spear on. As soon as Dad slowed to a stop in the hay field, I abandoned the seat on my tractor and walked over to his. After climbing up, Dad showed me the vital parts- throttle, brakes, and then pointing to another random stick, stated “that’s a hand clutch” and jumped off the tractor and headed for his own. I just stared after him. I shoved the 630 John Deere (yes another John Deere, we are a green tractor type of family) into first and started to learn by doing. Soon I was working that hand clutch like a charm, and hauling bales fell into an easy pattern. Enter field, trade tractors and unhook trailer, follow Dad around to fill trailer, sit in the shade and wait for Dad to fill other trailer, up The Hill, wait for Dad to unload and start all over again.
Mainly a lot of waiting on my part until Dad decided it was time to add a little more to my work load.
That’s when the real experience started. Instead of trading tractors as normally planned, I was motioned back to the 6200 to load my own load of hay. This is the point in time where I wish someone had a video camera to compare the difference between Dad and I loading the bales. When Dad loaded bales, he barely slowed the tractor to pick it up before jutting off to put it smoothly on the trailer and zooming off to the next bale. (If you can zoom around on a tractor)
Meanwhile, I SLOWLY drove up to the bale, stopped, picked it up and then continued on to the trailer. After finally getting to the trailer, it was a mess of forward, backwards, up and down motions just to place the one bale on the trailer. Then the process started all over again. Needless to say, I only got to load two trailers of bales before Dad took over again so we could finish before midnight. Even though I only got to load two loads of bales, it was still a successful day in the hay field with my Dad!