Some folks regard autumn as their favorite season. This time of year certainly has much to recommend: the Technicolor striptease put on by the trees, the sharp tang of ripening corn, the fat Hunter’s Moon hanging in the sky like a gigantic florescent marsh
A new cheese manufacturing plant has just commenced operations on a site located about a dozen miles from our farm. I was given an opportunity to tour this facility, an experience that was similar to visiting the engineering department of the starship Ente
Which got me to thinking. There is a huge market for medications that would address some of mankind’s most annoying afflictions.
Like any good dairy farmer, I knew that cows have a multi-chambered digestive system that is more complicated than the seating arrangement at a royal wedding.
It’s silage chopping time, a season when corn plants are murdered en masse, their corpses disposed of in a in manner reminiscent of the wood chipper scene in the movie “Fargo.”
I never played football, mainly due to my total lack of athletic abilities. However, I was able to overcome this crippling deficit and mastered the art of watching football, acquiring such critical skills as holding an open can of beer while snarfing nacho