Here are pictures and poems made at my high school’s agriculture day, 20 April:
“EAT! shouted a curly-haired boy as he shoved a handful of hay toward the cattle — as if cows should listen to him. “Gotta be slow around them,” said an Ag Day worker, who also advised that the beasts may not be hungry. Not long after, Cannon steer eats hay and another boy screams, “IT’S EATING! IT’S EATING!”
I wore my winter coat and a stocking cap on this cool spring day. One of my students told me, “You kinda look like an elf.” “I can live with that,” I said.
Shiloh goat on red leash passes between Shelby’s jean legs.
“Don’t touch anything unless you have permission from someone in blue,” said one of the blue-shirted Ag Day helpers to visiting elementary-school students.
Patty’s owner said Jersey calves like Patty have big eyes and “dish face” — kids think they’re deer.
A crossed-arms boy supervises the pigs but he too is in the trailer-cage.
“They can’t really fly so much as fall slightly slower,” said an Ag Day staffer to someone’s question about whether chickens can fly.
The ag teacher’s young son hugged a lamb’s neck and said, “this is the only one I can catch.” A high school staffer said he thought the boy could also catch the other two lambs in the small pen, too.
Sheep would do terrible work in a creative writing class — they’d all be copying each other, I said. That’s true, said my creative writing student, as we looked at three lambs. I don’t know if it’s true, I said, but it’s fun to think.