A Day in the Life of a Cow Crap Cultivator
In this occasional series, OZY takes to streets and neighborhoods across the globe to ask a simple question: “How was your day?”
East Canaan, Connecticut
I was just rushing through a cup of coffee while sitting at the kitchen table in my farmhouse. Out in the farmyard, we were hauling a tower of empty buckets on a return trip from feeding the baby calves. It’s about 7 a.m., and I’m going to head out to start feeding cows. In the few minutes while I’m waiting for the mixer wagon that we use to mix our cows’ feed to fill with grain, I usually skim through my news feed and will probably post a picture to Instagram.