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Happy Canadian Agriculture Day!

A little late on the blog post, but things happen. This day we celebrated Canadian Agriculture and took the time to appreciate farmers all over the country for all the things they produce that make our lives better.

My favourite thing about farming is that I get to do it with my family. My mother is my boss, we work side by side and our relationship is strong because of it. We make each other laugh to ease the load of our chores, we keep each other safe from accidents, and we talk about whatever is bothering us in life to sort of work it out. Then there are times when we don't talk at all. We have the radio going, we're doing something that requires a level of physical strain, and we just go through it and get it done.

I also love when my sisters help. Being a family of women, our bond is tight. My Mum and my sisters are my best friends. I love it when we all work together and spend the day cracking jokes over what we're doing. Whether that's building a fence, picking rocks, scaping garlic. We work hard together and celebrate the finish with a big meal. The husbands are there to help too, and they add another level of humour and fun to the mix being of various non-farming backgrounds but also being very hard workers with positive attitudes.

I believe it takes a family to run a farm. We need each other to keep this going, emotionally and physically. The work is hard, but at the end of the day, we have each other to make it less hard.

What is your favourite thing about agriculture?


Frozen bales are the WORST!

Being that I am the younger generation, as is the custom on family farms, I am the runner. The go-fer. The gate opener. This was the role my mother played until my Grandad's passing, and it will be my role for a long time yet. It's a respect thing to some degree, I'm younger, I'm faster and I've got less experience. My Mum didn't get a level up until she was in her 50s, the same will probably go for me as well (Lord willing). I'm okay with waiting my turn, that's the way of it.

When it comes to frozen bales, however? Jumping Jehoshaphat. I am not about that life. Forever I struggle to hack at the ice and dig through the hay to find where the twine is caught. The hay is solid in some areas, the cows are totally impatient. Not shown in this strip is the herd of them surrounding me and attempting to nibble at the bale while I angrily thrash at it. Such is the life of a farmer I suppose. Much rather be hacking at bales than sitting behind a desk.

Are you the younger generation on the family farm? Is this something you relate to? and if you're not a farmer, is there another way you relate to the generational higher archy?


The snow was really high there for a bit and the water had frozen solid. A recipe for disaster on a beef farm.

The girls decided they were going to take a bit of a tour on us. Cows won't normally leave their field unless there is a reason. Some of our fences are a hundred years old and sunk right down to the point where any cow could easily jump over it, but they don't. Not unless they need to. In this case, the snow made it even easier for them to get out as it had buried most of the fence, and of course, the girls were thirsty. Impatient and thirsty.

This made for a very big struggle running through the deep snow to try and head them off before they get too far. There is literally nothing I hate more than winter and all the struggled that come with it.