This always amazes me. A month ago the trees were dormant and now we already have little nutlets.
I have hired a literary agent to help me sell books. She is so 'city' one of her nicknames is "Hollywood." As part of her education I took her to the Farm Show in Tulare last month. I thought you would enjoy hearing what she thought.
For the record, she really liked the ice bream from Superior Dairy. Apparently they don't have ice cream that good in Hollywood.
Go Superior and COS!
You Can
Teach A City Girl New Tricks
by Dana Kennon
Guest blogger
If you had
told me that one day I’d attend the World Ag Expo, I would have asked, “What’s
an Ag?” As a bona fide city girl, my
entire exposure to life on the farm had been limited to watching Green Acres
and just driving past them on California’s Interstate 5. We’d pass farm after farm with nice neat rows
of green and I’d try to imagine what life was like and why people always said
that farming was such a hard life. I
mean, how hard can it be? You drop seeds
into dirt, the rain waters them, workers do the picking and then you get a
check, right?
So here I
was, riding along in a white pickup truck, waiting in a never-ending line of
white pickup trucks to park in a giant field of white pickup trucks to visit my
first Ag event, The World Ag Expo in Tulare, California. Thank God I had a private tour guide, local farmer
Paul Betancourt, who was patient enough to also act as Ag expert and farm-speak
interpreter. On to the show.
My first
lesson that day… AG BOYS LOVE TOYS and SIZE REALLY DOES MATTER. As we entered the Expo, we found ourselves
face to face with machinery that could comfortably house a family of four. It was like being in the middle of a Transformers
movie. The tires alone on these
mega-contraptions were bigger than my friend’s Manhattan apartment. Paul showed me the inner workings of one of
the enormous hay machines. These
monsters now come complete with air conditioning, a stereo system, GPS, walk-in
closets, fully stocked bar, swimming pool and a putting green. So I thought to myself, if these things can
drive along, cut the hay, scoop it up, smoosh it, tie it and then spit it out
again in a tidy little bundle, what the heck do farmers do all day? Have country folk become slackers? Perhaps the tough part of farming these days was
all about the care and feeding of livestock.
So, onto the dairy exhibits…
What I knew
about dairy cows you could fit into the head of a pin. In the MOO section, booth after booth was set
up and gizmos and gadgets displayed. I
listened to people speaking in their native tongue, I call it “farm speak”
which I understand is only marginally different than “ranch speak”, but it was
all Greek to me. Thank goodness I had
that Betancourt automatic translator by my side.
As we worked
our way through the crowd I realized the multitude of milking machines displayed
began to resemble terrifying mid-evil torture devices. When curiosity got the better of me, I paused
to ask my guide some questions about these wicked looking things and the poor
moos that had to endure them. Not having
been a dairy farmer, Paul deferred to the nearest expert, Wilford Brimley. No, not the real Wilford Brimley, but a great
look-alike (you know… the Quaker Oatmeal guy who also starred in Cocoon with
the round head and big hairy handlebar mustache). My question, “When the cow’s utters stop
giving, does the machine stop pulling?
Does it stop yanking, squeezing and sucking???? Does it understand NO MORE MEANS NO MORE??? I suddenly realized I was frightening my little
Wilford who was attempting to give a polite response while I stood there crossing
my arms in front of my chest as if it was Fort Knox. Apparently I had subconsciously been
protecting the little ‘B’ cups the good lord had given me. Who would have ever thought I’d be empathetic
to a cow?
So what did
I learn at the Ag Expo?
Forget about,
“Neither rain nor sleet nor gloom of night…” you sissy postal workers. The American farmer is on duty 24 hours a
day, 7 days a week through all weather, their spouse’s mood swings and even teenager’s
drama.
They have a
partnership with God yet they have to compete with Mother Nature and sometimes Mother
Nature wins. So the rest of us, who when
we do a good job, follow all the directions and do it on time, we are rewarded,
but for farmers, despite their tremendously hard work, it’s a crap shoot. Every season, every crop and threw every
major storm, freeze, and bug disaster they push on. But,
despite these odds, they continue to feed every darn one of us multiple times a
day, 365 days a year. So what did I
learn about farmers and AG? I learned
they are truly unsung heroes.
God bless them, everyone.
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