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Fresh from the Hen House
I took a very unsuccessful walk on Sunday morn. I went out to the far corner of the pasture to get the milk cow and came back with no milk cow. Before I came back with no milk cow, I did make all the attempts I could, with the strength I had, to get her up from lying down. I pulled on the halter rope, shook the rope while pulling, rocked her body from the back side, pulled her tail to the side, and yelled weird noises at her. She took none of these as a symbol to get up, first of all, you’d think she knew why I went to get her, ahem, we milk every morning. Instead, she tucked her head into her body, a nice restful position, and made me feel like a bully. Alas, I headed back to the barn and told the husband to grab a bucket of grain and see if he could motivate her. I was on a strict schedule. The milk cow responded to my husband of course. He has a lot more pull to him than me, and we got her milked.
K30 years later: evin Gant reflects on his tornado survival
It has been 30 years since Kevin Gant’s life changed forever on a stormy June 8, 1995, night just south of Wilsey, Kansas. What began as a routine evening—returning home after farming—ended in a moment of violent unpredictability as a tornado picked up his truck and nearly claimed his life. Gant was 37 years old at the time.
