
A Visit from the Sandhill Cranes
On Easter Sunday, as I stood waving goodbye to my cousin Jennifer from my front porch, I heard a noise in the distance. It got louder and louder, until I could make out the rolling call of a Sandhill Crane…
On Easter Sunday, as I stood waving goodbye to my cousin Jennifer from my front porch, I heard a noise in the distance. It got louder and louder, until I could make out the rolling call of a Sandhill Crane…
Thanks for joining us for another edition of ‘Where Does My Food Come From?’ The part blog/part podcast series where we meet, and get to know Farmers from all across the Nation. We learn about the foods they grow…
Thanks for joining us for another edition of ‘Where Does My Food Come From?’ The part blog/part podcast series where we meet, and get to know Farmers from all across the Nation. We learn about the foods they grow…
These pictures were taken what seems like light years ago, when the Prairie kids were so much smaller. I remember the day well though. It was in the middle of a very long calving/seeding/track coaching season, & we…