The Gap

This photo appeared in my newsfeed, credited to http://www.thefarmersdaughterusa.com. It got me thinking about the people I serve and love. I shared it, with my thoughts:

I’m not too biased to acknowledge that there are a few knuckleheads out there with no business having animals, or children for that matter. I could write a book about all the ways I’ve personally witnessed farmers care for livestock. Have you ever watched a grown man get teary eyed losing a 12 year old cow who has brought 10 calves into the world during her life at his farm? Then there’s the mother and kids who take turns through the night making sure a calf is staying propped up and giving it fluids. The farmer who parked two tractors around a down cow to give her some shade from the summer sun. The boy who changed bandages and treated a piglet who degloved the skin from its entire leg – yes, just to return it to the litter and raise it for market. Our society is too separated from the realities of meat, milk, and fiber production. Marketers and media fill that gap to make money, earn your mouse clicks, subscriptions, and purchases. In doing so, they deliver stories that distort reality and shape opinions and perceptions that are not fully informed. We are fortunate to live in a country where most people have choices in their dietary options. Regardless of your choice, they all require a farmer, an agriculturalist. These are some of the most hardworking people, battling unpredictable markets, weather, and public scrutiny. They’re also human beings who live and serve in their communities. I encourage you to get to know them – you might learn something you didn’t see on google or that social media video.

A neat sign hanging on the side of s client’s barn in Marion, NC

Published by Justin Jornigan

1987 model, gently used, a little rusty. Husband to Megan. I have the best dog in the world – a mutt named Tucker (Tuck, or Tucker J). We have a farm with 3 horses, 2 barn cats, and 2 house cats. I was born in the most beautiful place on earth – the mountains of Western North Carolina – and have returned here. First generation college graduate. I’m an introvert with a very extroverted job. Large animal veterinarian. I enjoy playing piano, quite walks along the creek, craft beer, life-giving conversation, scuba diving, riding horses, and mowing. I like to write, but don’t get to do it enough. I enjoy non-fiction, biographies, and progessive Christian thought. I hate the texture of most soft things – think dryer lint and cotton balls and ridiculous fleecy blankets. I love the smell of silage, horses, a leather shop, and the hardware store. I live for moments of unexpectedly laughing to tears and crampy cheeks, and to feel and smell the cold air right before it snows.

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