You're Bloody Well Right

Ain't it great to be right? My experience of several years of weather here in central Iowa turns out to be dead-on accurate. (See the post on March 10, 2007.)
When I woke up this morning I wondered how late I'd slept. The light coming thru the bedroom windows was very bright. I did a double-take when I looked out the window. Oh, it's snow!

The robins are indeed disgruntled.

You might wonder why I'm so fascinated by the weather. Probably becuz I grew up on a farm surrounded by other farmers' kids. MySpouse is the same way. I tease him, "You can take the boy out of the country, but you can't take the country out of the boy." Although I've lived in this small town for twenty-five years there's still rural in the girl.

When we travel we stop to look at cows, horses, pigs, or other livestock. We probably look like Susie and Sammy Suburbanite. Driving a Ford Taurus, and all. MySpouse can't drive by an implement dealers' lot without craning his neck to look at what's there. We'll take pictures of frisky foals and cute calves. We're not stopping to look at these critters becuz we have no experience with them. It's becuz we do have experience with them.

We've ridden horses and ponies, milked cows, fed hogs, assisted with birthing various animals. We admire animals that are in good health and well cared for. I don't know about MySpouse but I still recall most of what I learned about conformation of cattle and horses.

When I took Vocational Agriculture classes 32 years ago I was one of three girls in 9th grade who chose to take the class. In 10th grade, I was the only girl. I joined FFA. Voc Ag was so much more fun than Home Ec.

In Voc Ag I finally learned how bull semen is collected for artificial insemination.