This week Four Cubs Farm hosted two groups of students. They were given an up-close look at the dairy farm operation and their new milking robots (check out the Sentinel front page story from more information.)
I may be a city person, but I am accustomed to the smells of a farm. My uncle has a farm in Pennsylvania with various animals including, but not limited to, cows (not dairy cows), chickens and sometimes pigs.
They used to have a pair of goats and a donkey named Clarabell. The farm has a ton of cats just roaming around. It’s in rural Pennsylvania, so there’s other wildlife hanging out. One time my cousin was outside and killed a fox with a baseball bat.
Another time, my aunt was driving my younger brother, Joshua, and I around one of the cows grazing fields. For some reason, Joshua was not on the tractor and was walking around on his own in the field. The cows were about to be released from their barn and would begin stampeding down the hill in about a minute.
Well, that minute turned into about 35 seconds. Those cows came racing down the hill and I had to grab Joshua by the arm, he was probably 10 and I was 12, and pull him up onto the tractor. If I wasn’t so heroic, he may have been trampled and I definitely would have gotten the blame from our mother.
I say this to prove that although I’m a city person, the smells of a farm don’t bother me too much. However, I will always put on those plastic booties because whatever it is on the barn floor, I do not want on the mats of my car or in my house.
Also, this week I attended the Men of Tomorrow Luncheon Monday afternoon. Students learn how to act in the workplace at WITC then they go to a Crex Convention center in Grantsburg for a professional lunch.
The event is organized by Susie Retzer, and she told me one of the most important things the Grantsburg junior boys learn is to tie a tie. It’s an incredibly important thing for any young man.
My first experience with the glorified knot that is the modern tie was like most young boys, the clip-on tie. Growing up in a house with three boys we had three clip-on ties all the same length. We would wear those ties to special days at church or to the occasional funeral.
One Sunday morning I was smart enough to get out of wearing the clip-on tie because we were running late and I was able to convince my parents the clip-on tie looked stupid and was too short for my growing torso.
But now I’m an adult and need Google to help me when I need to tie a tie. Which I’m OK with.