Sounds like a funny combination, don’t you think? It seemed like the whole weekend revolved around these words. Last week, my dad had surgery on his shoulder and knee so instead of coming home to relax and ride horses, I got to do all my normal chores plus most of Dad’s. His To Do list didn’t get much smaller when I realized after a round of Bute, Chex was still limping in her back left leg.
With barrel season right around the corner, it was time to call the vet. We needed more feed too so instead of a farm call; we brought the Chex to the vet. With our vet’s office having a small parking lot, instead of actually parking in the parking lot, we just parked on the road and walked Chex up the hill to the clinic (don’t worry the road had really big shoulders!). Saturdays at a vet office are always crazy and this was no exception. But most Saturdays don’t involve a horse standing on the front lawn. Everyone coming in and out of the vet clinic noticed the horse and I am surprised people didn’t run off the road from all the staring that happened! The vet checked her out, and I wasn’t happy with the diagnosis. A pulled ligament which means two weeks of more Bute and slowly working her back onto shape.
So instead of knocking building electric fence off Dad’s To-Do list, I got to haul hoses, water troughs and feed buckets around so we could separate Chex from the other horses and still feed and water everyone. After getting everyone separated, I got to do one of my favorite farm jobs- feeding hay. At the end of the day there is nothing more relaxing than knowing that all your animals are happy and healthy (well besides Chex and her leg).
When I was a high school senior, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. When people would ask what I wanted to be when I ‘grew up’, I would give the career that I currently thought I wanted to do or just give the standard ” I’m going into agriculture”. This is when people started to bug me. If I said my current career (which was usually a veterinarian), people would usually nod enthusiastically and say something that was supposed to encourage me. If I said I had no clue, they would laugh, and patting my arm, refer to how their son or daughter had no clue either and they turned out just fine. But if I said I was going into agriculture, they wouldn’t nod enthusiastically or talk about their own kids. “Oh, that’s nice” and a subject change was the usual response. Why was there such a difference in their responses when I was still going into the same field? Because they, like many other people around the world, are uneducated about the agriculture field.
Now that I am in college, these people to seem to grab my attention more. Cruising through YouTube, you can find multiple videos that show people who are uneducated about our field. So what should we do? We should educate the public, of course! By talking to local high schools about the William H. Darr School of Agriculture, I am doing my part. But you can do your part, too. Make your own YouTube video like the one we made in our Public Relations in Agriculture class. Just answering the question of where your beef comes from at your local supermarket could change the way people look at our industry. No matter how small your part is, we must start spreading the word. Spreading the word about how our food is grown, where our clothing comes from, and how agriculture is our life.