Farm Tales and Cow Pies

What was the color of your favorite farm tractor? Red, orange, green, yellow or blue…who knew the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow was hooked up to a tractor! Was the first tractor you drove a letter – B, C or H – or a number 50, 60 or 300?

Horsepower was key as the 4 wheels replaced the 4 legs of your horse on the farm. Let’s dust off the as we fire up your memories of farm tractors during the ba...

The oil is boiling as Mom slides the donuts into their 375 degree bath. The smell of baking bread drifts upstairs pulling you out of bed. But DON’T JUMP around the oven as you race into the kitchen or the bread will…! We’re back with a couple more courses along with a few desserts.

Mounds of mashed potatoes and gravy in TV dinners and from our gardens were devoured as we watched the Walto...

Pickled herring and pickled pigs feet, stuff of nightmares or tasty treats. Watermelon chilled all day in the tank. Hot sweet corn slathered with butter fresh from the field. Meat and potatoes seven days a week. We’re diving in teeth first recalling the food that made us who we are today.

Pour a cup of coffee or grab a glass of milk. We have sandwiches with cheese, bologna or weisswurst. Chicken noodle sou...

Where’s the beef… and why should you care? Welcome to Farm Sayings II: The Idioms Return! Ham and eggs taught us the difference between commitment and involvement. We’re digging further into the barnyard lexicon and trust us it’s no wild goose chase! We are committed to having a good time with this podcast!

Definitely not trying to ruffle any feathers as we attempt to stay out of the doghouse...

You didn’t care that the official paint since 1939 for your bus was “National School Bus Glossy Yellow”. That bus was already around the corner, and you were late! You grabbed your new notebooks, #2 pencils and crayons and shouted “good bye” to Mom as you slammed the kitchen door.

The bus driver (usually a neighbor) was backing up the hill with red lights flashing as your new tenn...

Temps in the 90’s, humidity and sweat soaked your shirt. The evening chores finally done. You step out of the barn into a Summer Evening Symphony created by birds, bugs and gentle southerly “wood” winds. During the baby boomer years, we used front porches, root beer floats and box fans to temper the summer solstice.

Grab your favorite ice cream treat and join us as we relive nighttime bike&nb...

So hot you can hear the corn grow…living high on the hog, and party till the cows come home – then party with the cows! These farm sayings and so many more have been with us since childhood. Some with obvious meanings while others may require some thought.

Grab a cool glass of your favorite beverage and kick off your shoes as we take you back to sayings that have been around since Hector was ...

Neighbors gather as the behemoth slowly emerges from the shed. The earth shakes
and gravel crunches under steel wheels as it rolls into position. Shocks of oats stand
mutely in the field unable to move as they await their fate.

The belts tighten, bearings and sprockets start to spin faster and faster as the machine
roars to life. Bundles of oats are delivered heads up, and then devoured by the gathering teeth!

Dad rolled the head of oats between his fingers as we watched Bullwinkle on TV telling us to “Go with Cheerios!” Temps in the 90s and the oats turning golden were sure signs that grain harvest had arrived.

Did you have a shocking experience with a grain binder or watch the combine in a cloud of dust? Our oat adventures include binder ballet, swallowing mayflies and sneezing our fool heads off! So...

Why did the chicken cross the road – find out the untold story! Plus brooder houses,
broilers and fryers, and Pullets.  Pick some eggs with Dan and Daryl as they dust off the feathers from their rural roots.

Plus, you’ll hear an actual conversation with chickens. And discover that bird brain is
only a figure of speech when it comes to chickens. If you know anyone who’s had an
issue with a Rogue R...

Schools out for the summer…WOW…3 months of no school, sleeping late
and trips to the pool...Hey, wake up, you’re dreaming, it’s time to milk the
cows and tackle another day of summer life on a dairy farm. But there were
evening family ball games after milking. Cool breezes as you lay in the
grass looking up at the incredible expanse of rural sky. And the fair where
you catch up with old frie...

Shake out the coveralls and add another layer because it’s time to head out and milk
the cows. We used milk cans, Surge buckets and step savers to move milk from the
cow, to the tank, to the creamery. Remember milking cows when the power went out?
And thawing frozen drinking cups?

Dessert twice a day for the cats and dogs was a part of everyday life on our farms.
You’ll also find the cure for chapped han...

Help Wanted – excellent opportunity to work from home 7 days a week/365 days a year.
Morning and evening milking hours, plus perform a variety of tasks. Must be able to lift
heavy weights repetitively while avoiding slippery floors, swinging tails and flying hoofs.
Ability to think on and off your feet is essential!

Intern options available as Daddy’s Little Helper. Advancement opportunities include
feed...

Blest be the ties that bind…and shred and pick corn during Farm Tale days! USDA
predicts a record corn crop for 2025. But domestic use and exports were definitely not
what we thought about as the corn picker parade rattled and banged down the field
driveway.

Join Dan and Daryl as they look back at corn harvest during the Baby Boomer years.
Scoop shovels, portable (not so much) elevators, and a corn crib (why crib...

“Sweatin’ to the oldies” was how you felt as you stacked hay in the baby boomer days.
The chaff plugged your nose as sweat streams trickled down your back. After each
load you’d escape the tin roof oven for a cool breeze and a deep drink that gave you
strength for another round in the mow!

Put your chore gloves on as Dan and Daryl take you back to those summer hay days.
On the wagon or in the hay...

Hey, it’s time to make hay the old fashioned way! So let’s hook up the rake to the “H” or
“M” and get rolling. Dads pulling the baler out of the back corner of the shed and
greasing it up. That first crop looks great, but it won’t bale itself at least not during the
baby boomer years.

Thanks for joining Dan and Daryl today as they share tales of farmer tans, high fashion
holey j...

Farming during the Baby Boomer years had many tales. Remember how that first
cutting of hay always smelled like spring! Whether you grew up on Chipmunk Ridge in
WI, over the hill in MN or insert your “rural route address.” These farm tales take us
back to a simpler time.

Join Dan and Daryl reminiscing about the good old days, down on the farm. We’re firing
up our podcast with sharp sickles, a sharp...