Some chicks dream of a sporty red number with 4 on the floor. Not me though. This chick dreams of a large red number with sawdust on the floor.
Last winter my chickens invaded the barn. Granted, chicken math had been at work on our farm and chicken coop version 2.0 was too small.
Trump won last night. I really thought it would never happen.
I can’t believe that the people of my country voted for him. I believed that the people of this country could not vote for a man who embraces the opposite of what this country is about. I am still trying to process it, trying to figure out for myself what happened and how to deal with it. And I have to deal with another aspect of this:
What do I tell my children?
Me, a PTO President? Not in my wildest dreams. Up until last April, I’d never even been to a PTO meeting. Then in May, my friend and I were voted in as co-presidents.
I know, I am embarrassingly behind on the A to Z challenge. It all began to go south at U. But I have a good excuse, really. Things at the farm have been very, very exciting. And this excitement has eaten up a lot of my time.
On Monday (U day) we had our first successful kidding at Five Maples Farm. The kids and I are enamored with our new babies. I say successful because kidding time the past two years has been a sad time for us.
If I could name one word that fully encompasses the ugliness of GMOs it would be: Monsanto
. The Roundup debacle by this agricultural company has done as great a disservice to GMOs as Andrew Wakefield did to vaccines
While GMO crops have the potential to combat food shortages, add nutrition to food, produce pharmaceuticals such as insulin, generate biofuels and produce vaccines, the first widely distributed GMO crop introduced herbicide resistance into plants.