In early July, Oklahoma temperatures were on the rise and, because of ample rains this spring, the humidity was almost unbearable at times. With this oppressive heat, it seemed I was continually cleaning and filling water sources. Many afternoons, I freshened the water in the chicken yard and deer pens, making sure good, cold well … More Creating a Fawn Splash Pond
In the early years we lived on this place, the “Lori measuring stick” ruled as I made my weekly rounds in the electric buggy, picking up neighborhood trash on our ten acres. I ranted and grumbled about the carelessness of our neighbor’s lack of trash disposal. I had expectations about how people should respectfully keep up … More The Language of Litter
I had really been looking forward to Labor Day weekend this year, mostly because FD’s sister, Jo, would be arriving to spend a few days with us. Raising orphaned fawns, Emma and Ronnie, had kept us at home and not allowed us to take any overnight trips this spring or summer. If we did venture … More Shakedown In The Woodlands
I grew up in the agricultural heartland of America. My parents were farmers, as were their parents, grandparents and great-grandparents. Farming is my legacy. And, even though I am not a farmer today, I am still proud to call myself a farm girl. Over the years, I became well aware of the controversy surrounding what was basically … More The Fight of Our Lives
Back in 1975, when I was a freshman in high school, I enrolled in a required English Literature class led by a young teacher named Jim Kisling. There were actually two different English Literature classes, and I was horrified to learn that all of my friends were in Mr. Paxon’s class and I would be … More Midway… An Unspoken Message from the Albatross
Day by Day the Farm Girl Way... 