Get the inside scoop on manure during this episode, while we clean the barn. Join fellow manure “spreaders” as we remember cleaning calf pens, scraping alleys and putting lime on the alleyway and not in the coconut!

Manure is on the move with pitchforks, manure shovels and barn cleaners. Oscar and Ole get stuck on the barn roof and George Costanza gives us a refreshing definition. We were careful not to waste any waste as we learned the #1 spreading rule growing up, down on the farm.

 

Get the inside scoop on manure during this episode, while we&nbsp;clean the barn. Join fellow manure &ldquo;spreaders&rdquo; as we remember&nbsp;cleaning calf pens, scraping alleys and putting lime on the&nbsp;alleyway and not in the coconut!
Manure is on the move with pitchforks, manure shovels and barn&nbsp;cleaners. Oscar and Ole get stuck on the barn roof and George&nbsp;Costanza gives us a refreshing definition. We were careful not to&nbsp;waste any waste as we learned the #1 spreading rule growing up,&nbsp;down on the farm.
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Many baby boomers left their rural route addresses as they made their
way in the world. But your farm remains a part of who you
are…regardless of your current address. Join Dan and Daryl as they
share tales about growing up down on the farm during those baby
boomer years. Just close your eyes and imagine the smell of fresh cut
hay or feel the softness of a baby chick in your hands. You can hear the
cows as they return from the nearby pasture. We invite you to listen,
relax and remember a way of life that is vanishing from our rural roots.

Dan grew up on a dairy farm on Chipmunk Ridge overlooking the
Coulee region of western WI. Daryl grew up on a dairy farm at Rural
Route 1 in southern MN. Like so many other baby boomers they left the
cows behind and pursued other opportunities. But 40 years later, all
they have to do is close their eyes and the tales a

Many baby boomers left their rural route addresses as they made their way in the world. But your farm remains a part of who you are&hellip;regardless of your current address. Join Dan and Daryl as they share tales about growing up down on the farm during those baby boomer years. Just close your eyes and imagine the smell of fresh cut hay or feel the softness of a baby chick in your hands. You can hear the cows as they return from the nearby pasture. We invite you to listen, relax and remember a way of life that is vanishing from our rural roots.
Dan grew up on a dairy farm on Chipmunk Ridge overlooking the Coulee region of western WI. Daryl grew up on a dairy farm at Rural Route 1 in southern MN. Like so many other baby boomers they left the cows behind and pursued other opportunities. But 40 years later, all they have to do is close their eyes and the tales a

Farm Tales and Cow Pies

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Snow had a way of stopping time! Every kid knew the signs before adults said a word. The forecast was for 4-6 more inches with the possibility of a “Snow Day”! We shot downstairs in the morning, turned on the TV and celebrated or groaned depending on the scroll.

Winter felt bigger back during the baby boomer years. The snow was deeper and the cold was colder. We didn’t care as we grabbed our favorite sled, saucer or toboggan and shot down the hill. We tried to avoid frozen cow pies and fence lines. The 4 buckle boots were lined with Wonder bread
wrappers. As our breath froze on our collars – man we loved a “Snow Day”!

Snow had a way of stopping time! Every kid knew the signs before adults&nbsp;said a word. The forecast was for 4-6 more inches with the possibility of a&nbsp;&ldquo;Snow Day&rdquo;! We shot downstairs in the morning, turned on the TV and&nbsp;celebrated or groaned depending on the scroll.
Winter felt bigger back during the baby boomer years. The snow was&nbsp;deeper and the cold was colder. We didn&rsquo;t care as we grabbed our favorite&nbsp;sled, saucer or toboggan and shot down the hill. We tried to avoid frozen&nbsp;cow pies and fence lines. The 4 buckle boots were lined with Wonder bread wrappers. As our breath froze on our collars &ndash; man we loved a &ldquo;Snow Day&rdquo;!

Winter, Part 2

A Rose is a Rose – unless she’s a Ross or an Otis or a Mulligan. Some cows had names as unique as their personalities. Others had numbers and chains, but they were all a part of our herds growing up on dairy farms during the baby boomer years.

Beauty contests with Miss Alaskow and Miss Moo Jersey kept us entertained while doing our daily chores. We look back on some of the records we recorded for milk production. Plus enjoy a tune
from the Grand Ole Opry - remember – “Bessie the Heifer, the Queen of all the Cows”!

A Rose is a Rose &ndash; unless she&rsquo;s a Ross or an Otis or a Mulligan. Some cows had names as unique as their personalities. Others had numbers and chains, but they were all a part of our herds growing up on dairy farms during the baby boomer years.
Beauty contests with Miss Alaskow and Miss Moo Jersey kept us&nbsp;entertained while doing our daily chores. We look back on some&nbsp;of the records we recorded for milk production. Plus enjoy a tune from the Grand Ole Opry - remember &ndash; &ldquo;Bessie the Heifer, the&nbsp;Queen of all the Cows&rdquo;!

Cow Stories

The winds howled as Dad crawled back into bed. The radio forecast crackled a tune of 20 below with a good chance of more snow as he pulled the covers over his head. A slow thaw occurred after his midnight stroll where he fed the furnace, checked the milkhouse heater and stacked a couple more bales on the pumphouse door.

It was January on the farm with no trips down south on the horizon. A season of frozen drinking cups, cold metal repairs and chapped hands that prayed for warmer days ahead. The stars at night are big and bright….deep in the heart of Winter!

The winds howled as Dad crawled back into bed. The radio forecast crackled a tune of 20 below with a good chance of more snow as he pulled the covers over his head. A slow thaw occurred after his midnight stroll where he fed the furnace, checked the milkhouse heater and stacked a couple more bales on the pumphouse door.
It was January on the farm with no trips down south on the&nbsp;horizon. A season of frozen drinking cups, cold metal repairs and&nbsp;chapped hands that prayed for warmer days ahead. The stars at&nbsp;night are big and bright&hellip;.deep in the heart of Winter!

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