Life and death on the farm are always competing for our attention. Sometimes they call in unison.

I was feeding our sheep and goats in the pouring rain when two distinct sounds spilled down from the wooded hillside of our Bastrop farm. One was high and piercing. The other was low and faint. Both were pleading for help.

When you work long hours for low pay, it’s hard to pass up the chance for easy money. That explains why a dozen farmers were sitting in an office on a beautiful Spring-like morning, when they should have been out in the fields planting like mad.

Farmer Skip discusses spring rains, weather hardships, and new additions to the New Farm Institute.

Fires were burning in Bastrop County this week, columns of white smoke drifting across the countryside as landowners took advantage of the burn ban lift. Ever since the devasting wildfires this past summer, those of us who work or live here have felt slightly terrorized at the sight or smell of smoke. For months we [...]