Laura Zoeller

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Laura Zoeller is a farm wife and mother who has been blessed with a wonderful and funny - life.
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Jun 2017

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Right, wrong ways to blow an egg out of its shell

Right and wrong ways to blow an egg out of its shell

At dinner one night recently, one of the young men who had joined us showed us a neat trick: he blew a hard-boiled egg right out of its shell.

We had all been discussing the correct way to peel an egg. One kid mentioned tapping it on the table and using fingers. Another mentioned using a spoon. Then this one said he could show us the “best” way.

We all watched while he tapped the wide end of the egg against the table and began to peel. After he had made a hole on that end of the eggshell, he flipped it over and made another small hole on the opposite end.

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13

Jun 2017

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Summer finally arrives on the farm

Summer finally arrives on the farm

Farmers everywhere are rejoicing and cursing at the same time. They rejoice because the incessant rain that has plagued our area for months has, at least temporarily, abated. They are cursing because all of the outdoor work that has been impossible to complete – due to said rain – is being attempted all at once during the window of time the weatherman has given.

We are no exception.

My husband insisted on starting hay this weekend. He claimed he’d only mow a little. He said that his surgical recovery would prevent him from overdoing it. He said that we were just going to knock the dust off of the equipment. (I think he actually believes it when he says these things.)

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06

Jun 2017

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A soft spot for a big dog

A soft spot for a big dog

Let me tell you a story about our family dog. His name is Brick, and he is an approximately 80-pound Rottweiler mix who came to us around the same time my mom died. When he first arrived, he was wary of everyone and everything and was a bit standoffish. That is, unless you had a big rock to throw for him – hence the name Brick.

In the past few years, he has grown into a lovely dog who follows my husband everywhere.

He runs beside the side-by-side from field to field.

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30

May 2017

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Love is for the birds?

Love is for the birds?

Remember a couple of weeks ago, when I told you about buying my son a turkey for a pet? And how, after he asked for months, he was absolutely ecstatic to have this turkey and promised to love him forever? (So far so good in that respect!)

Well, a friend on Facebook mentioned it was smack dab in the middle of turkey season and I might want to keep Roger – yes the turkey is named Roger – contained until it ended. It seemed like sound advice. We put him in a pen that had access to our outdoor corral, so he could get into the sunlight and fresh air, but couldn’t wander into a field where a hunter may be tempted to shoot.

It seemed like it would serve a dual purpose of teaching Roger where to go for food and water, and thereby facilitate his return to the protection of the barn at night.

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