Back From My Hiatus!
Hello, my loyal readers!
So I know its been a long time since I’ve done anything with NC FFA Girl. A year in September…
Anyway, I am definitely going to try to do more with this blog. especially as I travel starting a new school and attempting to start an FFA chapter there.
As many of you probably saw this morning on Facebook and Instagram, I am no longer enrolled at NJHS due to the school being so far (an hour) away from my house and I wanted to be closer to my brother, who is enrolled in the middle school. My junior year started today with me in three AP courses, an animal science course with a local community college, and drama and yearbook classes.
To say I am going to be/ already am stressed about APUSH is an understatement.
As my closing remarks, I would like to say thank you so much to all the people who has supported me this last year as NC FFA Girl was in the works. I submitted it for my proficiency packet and received first in my state and am one of the lucky individuals to be ranked bronze on a National level.
Again, I love and appreciate every one of you!
Until next time,
McKayla.
So I know its been a long time since I’ve done anything with NC FFA Girl. A year in September…
Anyway, I am definitely going to try to do more with this blog. especially as I travel starting a new school and attempting to start an FFA chapter there.
As many of you probably saw this morning on Facebook and Instagram, I am no longer enrolled at NJHS due to the school being so far (an hour) away from my house and I wanted to be closer to my brother, who is enrolled in the middle school. My junior year started today with me in three AP courses, an animal science course with a local community college, and drama and yearbook classes.
To say I am going to be/ already am stressed about APUSH is an understatement.
As my closing remarks, I would like to say thank you so much to all the people who has supported me this last year as NC FFA Girl was in the works. I submitted it for my proficiency packet and received first in my state and am one of the lucky individuals to be ranked bronze on a National level.
Again, I love and appreciate every one of you!
Until next time,
McKayla.
1st Annual NC Wildlife Camp
This past weekend, I was one of the few members of NC FFA to attend the Inaugural NC FFA Wildlife Camp, and I am so glad I was able to attend. The NC FFA Wildlife Camp was held at White Lake at the FFA center there. Around eighty high school FFA members from Wilkes to Carteret county met at the center to learn more about the our state’s wildlife and careers involved in the conservation involved.
On day one, I left straight from school to rush to my home away from home. Now, being the only student from my chapter made me slightly nervous, however, I was ready to make new friends and reconnect with old ones. So when my dad and I come rolling up into camp, I was baffled to only see two mini buses in the parking lot. It was a major difference from the summer sessions, when everyone and their brother is there. Out of the maybe 30 students mingling outside the Alumni building, only around 5 were girls. All the females were able to fit into a single cabin, if that's any indication of how large our minority was.
After I set all my bags down on my newly claimed bed, I rush to the dining hall for my first meal of the camp. Two school groups I have friends in (Lakewood and Hobbton) were there, ready to eat, so I claimed them as my own for the weekend.
After the diner, we had orientation, where the representatives from the North Carolina Wildlife Resources Commission talked to us about their jobs and what they would be teaching us over the next two days.
My first class of the camp was called “Mapping and Tracking.” When I had signed up for this workshop, I had thought it would be about finding prime locations for wildlife or something of that nature. However, it was about deer.
Now this wasn't a major disappointment. I did learn how to tell what age a deer is based on their size, and many other important information for deer hunters like me.
Next, I had lake ecology and honestly, it was the coolest thing ever. Our instructor allowed us in groups to board a small fishing boat, where he would send electrical charges through the water and momentarily stun the fish. Then, we would take giant nets, capture the fish, and dispose of them in a tank on the boat. Once we all had a turn, we looked at each species of fish and discussed their importance to the lake’s ecosystem.
My third class, right after lunch, was outdoor cooking. Now, ever since I had signed up for this class, I was super excited. I mean… its food! My friend from Lakewood High and I were assigned to make the potatoes and apple cobbler. I have never had a meal that good! We also had pot roast, duck poppers, and catfish stew.
Originally, I was scheduled to have bow fishing, however a thunderstorm allowed me to attend the workshop on quail feed plots, taught by QUWF (Quail and Upland Wildlife Foundation). It was really interesting to learn the process of building a quail feed plot, and how a small plot of seed could help feed a lot of animals. To learn more about QUWF, please visit http://www.quwf.net.
As my last class, I attended outdoor photography where I learned the proper way to capture a photo. It was really interesting to be able to practice our skills on the people and wildlife of White Lake.
I would like to thank NC FFA and the NC Wildlife Resources Commission for giving me this amazing opportunity! I cannot wait for next year's Wildlife Camp!
On day one, I left straight from school to rush to my home away from home. Now, being the only student from my chapter made me slightly nervous, however, I was ready to make new friends and reconnect with old ones. So when my dad and I come rolling up into camp, I was baffled to only see two mini buses in the parking lot. It was a major difference from the summer sessions, when everyone and their brother is there. Out of the maybe 30 students mingling outside the Alumni building, only around 5 were girls. All the females were able to fit into a single cabin, if that's any indication of how large our minority was.
After I set all my bags down on my newly claimed bed, I rush to the dining hall for my first meal of the camp. Two school groups I have friends in (Lakewood and Hobbton) were there, ready to eat, so I claimed them as my own for the weekend.
After the diner, we had orientation, where the representatives from the North Carolina Wildlife Resources Commission talked to us about their jobs and what they would be teaching us over the next two days.
My first class of the camp was called “Mapping and Tracking.” When I had signed up for this workshop, I had thought it would be about finding prime locations for wildlife or something of that nature. However, it was about deer.
Now this wasn't a major disappointment. I did learn how to tell what age a deer is based on their size, and many other important information for deer hunters like me.
Next, I had lake ecology and honestly, it was the coolest thing ever. Our instructor allowed us in groups to board a small fishing boat, where he would send electrical charges through the water and momentarily stun the fish. Then, we would take giant nets, capture the fish, and dispose of them in a tank on the boat. Once we all had a turn, we looked at each species of fish and discussed their importance to the lake’s ecosystem.
My third class, right after lunch, was outdoor cooking. Now, ever since I had signed up for this class, I was super excited. I mean… its food! My friend from Lakewood High and I were assigned to make the potatoes and apple cobbler. I have never had a meal that good! We also had pot roast, duck poppers, and catfish stew.
Originally, I was scheduled to have bow fishing, however a thunderstorm allowed me to attend the workshop on quail feed plots, taught by QUWF (Quail and Upland Wildlife Foundation). It was really interesting to learn the process of building a quail feed plot, and how a small plot of seed could help feed a lot of animals. To learn more about QUWF, please visit http://www.quwf.net.
As my last class, I attended outdoor photography where I learned the proper way to capture a photo. It was really interesting to be able to practice our skills on the people and wildlife of White Lake.
I would like to thank NC FFA and the NC Wildlife Resources Commission for giving me this amazing opportunity! I cannot wait for next year's Wildlife Camp!
Father's Day
Two of the most influential people in my life would have to be my Daddy and Papa. So, in honor of Father’s day, I decided to write a blog post describing all the valuable life lessons I have learned over the years from these amazing men.
1. Passion
So, when I was 5 years old, my Papa, my dad, and I rode down to Orangeburg, South Carolina for their annual Redbone Coon Hunt. My Papa bought me my very first hunting dog: a three month old female redbone. I named her Maggie and I swear this dog was my life. (Side note: I named her Maggie off of Maggie and the Ferocious Beast, my favorite show at the time.) Throughout the years, Maggie has won best in show at many of our hunting dog shows at the club we are a part of. I remember I would want to go hunting almost every week with my Papa and Maggie. I remember the first spark of passion that came from hearing that little dog’s bark; her nails scratching the tree that housed a coon. And, I’m glad that my first experience with passion was with my Granddad.
2. Creative Thinking… Sorta
My daddy is a very no- nonsense man. If I ever did anything less than my best, he would be the first to show his disappointment in me. One of the life lessons this figure in my life has taught me is how to think creatively. From the time I was little, I have shown livestock for 4-H, and his number one rule is “If it eats, sleeps, and poops but doesn't come from him, he won’t take care of it.”
Now, that doesn't mean he won’t help my brother and I, but he refuses to be the sole caretaker. This family law has forced me to think outside the box. Zipper on my jeans breaks, time to find a safety pin. Hair tie broke, where’s the zip cord at? (I really did this once… at school.)
3. Maturity
My daddy has always allowed me to work with him. Rather it be moving cattle from one field to another, or attending fancy dinners with superior business men. My dad has taught me how to be mature, but always when to have fun and be silly. One thing my dad knows how to do, is have a good time. Anytime I’m sitting shotgun in his beat up ole Chevy, we listen to blare the 80s rock music. We crack each other up with our sarcastic remarks about stupid people. Or we eat at crap diners or Waffle Houses. And even though I am 14 and act like it most of the time, I can sit through hours worth of award ceremonies, know which fork to use when at fancy dinners, and how to talk it up with adults because of spending time with my dad.
4. Appreciation
Most kids get big name toys and clothes for holidays and what not. And sure, I get a little bit of that type of stuff, but certainly not from Papa. His sense of humor and appreciation for the old way of living has been passed down to me through his gifts and stories. For my birthday one year, he got me a jaw harp from this guy who lives in the mountains. Two years ago for Christmas, he got me a set of spoons. Most kids my age would be appalled by this, but me, I love it! Considering that same year, I got him a camouflaged Elmer Feud hat. Ha!
I love all the adult figures in my life. With every person I encounter, I learn something new. And this is definitely all the lessons I have learned, not by a long shot. I've learned how to squat in the woods and not use poison ivy as a surrogate toilet paper. I’ve learned how to stick it to the man in a respectful manner. I've learned that you have to work for all the things you want in this world.
Take some time this Father’s Day to thank the men in your life. And remember, they may not be perfect, but they’re all you’ve got. And while you’re at it, tell me a wacky story about your dad, granddad, or uncle! I’d really love to hear them.
Until next time! :)
1. Passion
So, when I was 5 years old, my Papa, my dad, and I rode down to Orangeburg, South Carolina for their annual Redbone Coon Hunt. My Papa bought me my very first hunting dog: a three month old female redbone. I named her Maggie and I swear this dog was my life. (Side note: I named her Maggie off of Maggie and the Ferocious Beast, my favorite show at the time.) Throughout the years, Maggie has won best in show at many of our hunting dog shows at the club we are a part of. I remember I would want to go hunting almost every week with my Papa and Maggie. I remember the first spark of passion that came from hearing that little dog’s bark; her nails scratching the tree that housed a coon. And, I’m glad that my first experience with passion was with my Granddad.
2. Creative Thinking… Sorta
My daddy is a very no- nonsense man. If I ever did anything less than my best, he would be the first to show his disappointment in me. One of the life lessons this figure in my life has taught me is how to think creatively. From the time I was little, I have shown livestock for 4-H, and his number one rule is “If it eats, sleeps, and poops but doesn't come from him, he won’t take care of it.”
Now, that doesn't mean he won’t help my brother and I, but he refuses to be the sole caretaker. This family law has forced me to think outside the box. Zipper on my jeans breaks, time to find a safety pin. Hair tie broke, where’s the zip cord at? (I really did this once… at school.)
3. Maturity
My daddy has always allowed me to work with him. Rather it be moving cattle from one field to another, or attending fancy dinners with superior business men. My dad has taught me how to be mature, but always when to have fun and be silly. One thing my dad knows how to do, is have a good time. Anytime I’m sitting shotgun in his beat up ole Chevy, we listen to blare the 80s rock music. We crack each other up with our sarcastic remarks about stupid people. Or we eat at crap diners or Waffle Houses. And even though I am 14 and act like it most of the time, I can sit through hours worth of award ceremonies, know which fork to use when at fancy dinners, and how to talk it up with adults because of spending time with my dad.
4. Appreciation
Most kids get big name toys and clothes for holidays and what not. And sure, I get a little bit of that type of stuff, but certainly not from Papa. His sense of humor and appreciation for the old way of living has been passed down to me through his gifts and stories. For my birthday one year, he got me a jaw harp from this guy who lives in the mountains. Two years ago for Christmas, he got me a set of spoons. Most kids my age would be appalled by this, but me, I love it! Considering that same year, I got him a camouflaged Elmer Feud hat. Ha!
I love all the adult figures in my life. With every person I encounter, I learn something new. And this is definitely all the lessons I have learned, not by a long shot. I've learned how to squat in the woods and not use poison ivy as a surrogate toilet paper. I’ve learned how to stick it to the man in a respectful manner. I've learned that you have to work for all the things you want in this world.
Take some time this Father’s Day to thank the men in your life. And remember, they may not be perfect, but they’re all you’ve got. And while you’re at it, tell me a wacky story about your dad, granddad, or uncle! I’d really love to hear them.
Until next time! :)
What If?
Well. Hello again, my dear friends.
I am writing this as your newly inducted NJHS Junior Slate FFA Treasure. Tonight, was my very first chapter banquet as a highschooler, and I couldn’t be more ecstatic on how the night turned out.
Now, in my room, I have a set area reserved for any awards and recognitions I receive. Soccer trophies, FFA and 4- H plaques, “diplomas” through camps and workshops framed nice and neat. If anyone asked me what I have done with my life, all I would have to do is point to that wall.
Well of course, I run out of space. So tonight, as I remove the years of little league soccer trophies and “Best in Show” plagues I’ve won through my hunting dogs, I feel like this is the next step in my life.
I wish I could describe to y’all how heartbroken and troubled I am to remove the dust off of my “Spirit of the Cyclone” I got in 5th grade, and replace it with my new “Star Green hand” trophy. However, no matter how many times I try to put my thoughts into actions, it just cannot be done.
I feel like I’m complaining, but I’m not!
I have been immersed in FFA since 1st grade, when my daddy founded a chapter at a K- 12 school. In elementary school, if I wasn’t in class, I would be seen in the school’s garden pulling weeds or riding the gator with “my boys.”
Once I reached 6th grade, I went to my very first FFA meeting front and center with a big binder. Ready to jump into anything I could. When our parliamentarian died my 7th grade year, I was out there right along everyone else, raising funds to build a greenhouse in his honor.
I cried the night it was publicized that my adviser, my dad, was to be removed from his position effective immediately. I was there, walking the halls as a mere 8th grader, having to carry the weight of an entire chapter on my shoulders. I juggled the opinions of others, the sting of betrayal, and life as a pre- teen.
And the only thing that brought me through it, was the blue corduroy.
So when I sit here, removing a piece of my old life, to make room for the new, those memories come back full force. Sure, I wouldn’t trade my new FFA family for anything in the world. They have accepted me with arms opened wide, but sometimes I can’t help but wonder what if I never left that old life? Would the memories I have now still have been made possible?
So tonight, this morning, whatever time it is, I want you to take a driver though memory lane. Would your life be different if you have or haven't done something?
I am writing this as your newly inducted NJHS Junior Slate FFA Treasure. Tonight, was my very first chapter banquet as a highschooler, and I couldn’t be more ecstatic on how the night turned out.
Now, in my room, I have a set area reserved for any awards and recognitions I receive. Soccer trophies, FFA and 4- H plaques, “diplomas” through camps and workshops framed nice and neat. If anyone asked me what I have done with my life, all I would have to do is point to that wall.
Well of course, I run out of space. So tonight, as I remove the years of little league soccer trophies and “Best in Show” plagues I’ve won through my hunting dogs, I feel like this is the next step in my life.
I wish I could describe to y’all how heartbroken and troubled I am to remove the dust off of my “Spirit of the Cyclone” I got in 5th grade, and replace it with my new “Star Green hand” trophy. However, no matter how many times I try to put my thoughts into actions, it just cannot be done.
I feel like I’m complaining, but I’m not!
I have been immersed in FFA since 1st grade, when my daddy founded a chapter at a K- 12 school. In elementary school, if I wasn’t in class, I would be seen in the school’s garden pulling weeds or riding the gator with “my boys.”
Once I reached 6th grade, I went to my very first FFA meeting front and center with a big binder. Ready to jump into anything I could. When our parliamentarian died my 7th grade year, I was out there right along everyone else, raising funds to build a greenhouse in his honor.
I cried the night it was publicized that my adviser, my dad, was to be removed from his position effective immediately. I was there, walking the halls as a mere 8th grader, having to carry the weight of an entire chapter on my shoulders. I juggled the opinions of others, the sting of betrayal, and life as a pre- teen.
And the only thing that brought me through it, was the blue corduroy.
So when I sit here, removing a piece of my old life, to make room for the new, those memories come back full force. Sure, I wouldn’t trade my new FFA family for anything in the world. They have accepted me with arms opened wide, but sometimes I can’t help but wonder what if I never left that old life? Would the memories I have now still have been made possible?
So tonight, this morning, whatever time it is, I want you to take a driver though memory lane. Would your life be different if you have or haven't done something?
My Chickens
A look at my 5 chickens... and my brother's ADHD
The FFA Creed by E. M. Tiffany
Hey guys!
So a ton has happened since I last spoke to ya'll. Exams are coming up, and all of my teacher's have decided to do nothing but cram us full with information.
This past week, I competed in my Region's FFA Creed Speaking competition. The creed is something I learned in 7th grade for a Leadership class I took online, and every time I hear those words "I believe", I am thrown back into my own story, and see myself living the creed everyday.
Well, I didn't do as well as I thought I would, placing fourth in the region. I was (being honest) a little disappointed in my own talent. Everyone was congratulating me, saying that placing fourth out of a group of sixteen was very good, however it wasn't good enough for me. I felt that my advisers would be disappointed in me because the other kids were advancing to State levels, but not McKayla Robinette.
Well all that's in the past. Today, my Agriscience teacher showed me a list of everyone who one. "You see these names?" he asked me. I was really aggravated with him. Of course I see these names. They all did better than me. But, right before he was about to close out of the list, I saw a small, barely illegible print off to the side that read "Top four move to state." A big smile lit up my entire face. The pride in my adviser's eyes shown bright in that moment.
So, what I want for you to take back from this little life story is, believe in yourself and your choices. Don't complain about things you can't change.
As a sort of lasting thing, I found this video a couple of kids from Morton Ranch FFA in Texas did in 2011. A couple of their students rapped the FFA creed. Check out their "ag swag!"
So a ton has happened since I last spoke to ya'll. Exams are coming up, and all of my teacher's have decided to do nothing but cram us full with information.
This past week, I competed in my Region's FFA Creed Speaking competition. The creed is something I learned in 7th grade for a Leadership class I took online, and every time I hear those words "I believe", I am thrown back into my own story, and see myself living the creed everyday.
Well, I didn't do as well as I thought I would, placing fourth in the region. I was (being honest) a little disappointed in my own talent. Everyone was congratulating me, saying that placing fourth out of a group of sixteen was very good, however it wasn't good enough for me. I felt that my advisers would be disappointed in me because the other kids were advancing to State levels, but not McKayla Robinette.
Well all that's in the past. Today, my Agriscience teacher showed me a list of everyone who one. "You see these names?" he asked me. I was really aggravated with him. Of course I see these names. They all did better than me. But, right before he was about to close out of the list, I saw a small, barely illegible print off to the side that read "Top four move to state." A big smile lit up my entire face. The pride in my adviser's eyes shown bright in that moment.
So, what I want for you to take back from this little life story is, believe in yourself and your choices. Don't complain about things you can't change.
As a sort of lasting thing, I found this video a couple of kids from Morton Ranch FFA in Texas did in 2011. A couple of their students rapped the FFA creed. Check out their "ag swag!"
What's Your Story?
Everyone has a story. It starts the day you are born, and in some cases, will continue until after you die.
But see, your story is exactly that, YOURS. You decide the story you want to tell and how you want to tell it. In today’s post, I’m going to be telling you about how important it is to tell your story and some pointers on how to tell it.
Why is telling the story important?
Young people are some of the most influential people. As soon as we find something we are passionate about and set our mind to something, we can change the world.
I center this blog around young people for that reason. It is my belief that since young people are going to be our next leaders, they should be exposed to everything possible while their minds are still open to new things.
And if you don’t get anything else out of this post, get this: Telling the story is important because if you don’t tell it, who will?
How many tweets do you send out every week? How many times do you post a selfie on Instagram, or share a post on FaceBook?
Now, I want you to take those numbers and add one. That one is a single post relating to agriculture. How high did that number go? Not very high I’m betting.
You see, anytime you publicize anything you are passionate about, you are telling that story! Thats not very hard, is it?
How do I tell my story?
A couple of months ago, I was apart of a leadership workshop that met various days over the course of a few weeks centered around advocating for your passion. As our final project, everyone in the group had to create a presentation about something we are passionate about to people running for county offices. Some people chose school lunch vouchers, The Human Society, environmental practices, and even hunter safety courses! Since I really enjoy teaching and expanding the general public’s knowledge about agriculture, my presentation was on agricultural education.
So find a passion!
But see, your story is exactly that, YOURS. You decide the story you want to tell and how you want to tell it. In today’s post, I’m going to be telling you about how important it is to tell your story and some pointers on how to tell it.
Why is telling the story important?
Young people are some of the most influential people. As soon as we find something we are passionate about and set our mind to something, we can change the world.
I center this blog around young people for that reason. It is my belief that since young people are going to be our next leaders, they should be exposed to everything possible while their minds are still open to new things.
And if you don’t get anything else out of this post, get this: Telling the story is important because if you don’t tell it, who will?
How many tweets do you send out every week? How many times do you post a selfie on Instagram, or share a post on FaceBook?
Now, I want you to take those numbers and add one. That one is a single post relating to agriculture. How high did that number go? Not very high I’m betting.
You see, anytime you publicize anything you are passionate about, you are telling that story! Thats not very hard, is it?
How do I tell my story?
- Find something you have a passion for
A couple of months ago, I was apart of a leadership workshop that met various days over the course of a few weeks centered around advocating for your passion. As our final project, everyone in the group had to create a presentation about something we are passionate about to people running for county offices. Some people chose school lunch vouchers, The Human Society, environmental practices, and even hunter safety courses! Since I really enjoy teaching and expanding the general public’s knowledge about agriculture, my presentation was on agricultural education.
So find a passion!
- Find a creative way to tell other people
I am very passionate about agriculture. And when I say that, I don’t mean just crops and animals (even though that is a major attribute of it), I mean the telling of agriculture. I like to tell people about how amazing Benjamin Holt was because he made the very first tractor in the 19th century and what it did for our current success.
And since I love to do that, and I like to think I’m pretty decent at it, I decided to make videos telling the story of agriculture. It was creative, it was original, and barely any one is doing it.
So find a creative way to tell the story. Make a FaceBook page, take pictures, do something!
- Do not be afraid to talk to people!
I’ll admit, i used to hate telling my friends what my parents do in the agricultural community. My mom owns a slaughter and processing facility and my dad runs a grass- fed cattle operation. Try telling that to potential boyfriends!
However, as I've have grown older and become more aware of the opportunities available in the agricultural industry, I have become very proud of both my parents and all the hard work they do to benefit this type of living.
So don’t think that you should be afraid! You can make more of a difference if you step out of your comfort zone and talk to whoever’s available. I’ll probably make a new post on this topic in the near future.
Thanks again everyone for your continued support of both me and what I’m trying to do. I’m still trying to work out some kinks in the website, so please, don’t give up on me just yet! If you have any suggestions or comments about the post or the website feel free to abuse the “Talk To Me!” page.
Thanks again you guys!
National AGRICULTURE Week 2014
Hey guys!
So, if you are reading this, that means you found my new blog “NC FFA Girl”! This blog really came as a result of my agriscience class. (We have to do a SAE project for class and I really just wanted to do something relating to my video blog…)
Anyway, for my very first written blog entry, I decided to do it on National Agriculture Week 2014. Now I know you are probably thinking, “National Agriculture week was LAST week!”, and I know that; however I spent my National Agriculture Week (or at least part of it) at a FFA livestock judging event and I wanted to make this website amazing before I made a post.
So, if you are reading this, that means you found my new blog “NC FFA Girl”! This blog really came as a result of my agriscience class. (We have to do a SAE project for class and I really just wanted to do something relating to my video blog…)
Anyway, for my very first written blog entry, I decided to do it on National Agriculture Week 2014. Now I know you are probably thinking, “National Agriculture week was LAST week!”, and I know that; however I spent my National Agriculture Week (or at least part of it) at a FFA livestock judging event and I wanted to make this website amazing before I made a post.
So, in honor of NAW14, here is a list of facts about American agriculture. I hope you enjoy it!
Well, there you have it! I hope this post really got your gears turning about American agriculture.
Before I go, I would just like to give a major shoutout to all the people who have watched my videos and encouraged me as I go through this new endeavor. I’d really like to hear from everyone who visits this site; so, if you look at the top of the page, I want everyone to click “Talk To Me!” and fill out the form. Your feedback really helps me do better!
Thanks everyone!
- Two percent of the American populations is composed of farmers and ranchers.
- In 2010, $115 billion worth of American agricultural products were exported across the world!
- Thirty- one percent of a U. S. farm’s income is off of export alone.
- Out of every dollar that a person spends on farm products, only sixteen cents of it goes back to the farmer’s personal bank account. The rest goes back into the farm/ ranch in materials and supplies.
- Farm programs account for only half of a percent of the united States budget.
- Almost ninety percent of American farms are worked by either individual or family corporations.
- Nearly thirty percent of all the current farmers attended college AND got a degree.
- The average American will consume 112 pounds of beef every year.
- Thirty percent of American farm operators are women.
- To keep up with the growing population, farmers will have to double food production by 2050 on less land.
Well, there you have it! I hope this post really got your gears turning about American agriculture.
Before I go, I would just like to give a major shoutout to all the people who have watched my videos and encouraged me as I go through this new endeavor. I’d really like to hear from everyone who visits this site; so, if you look at the top of the page, I want everyone to click “Talk To Me!” and fill out the form. Your feedback really helps me do better!
Thanks everyone!
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my Interview with wes davis
I was blessed with the opportunity to speak with the Eastern Region Vice President, Wes Davis and interview him on Thursday, March 20th. It was such an amazing experience to be able to talk to him and see what is the life of a FFA national officer.
YOu know you are an ffa member when...
For all you FFA members out there, here is a little video about all the things we do...
What is a farm kid?
A follow up video to "What Is A Farmer?". I had a ton of fun making this video, and hope all you farm kids out there find yourself in this!
What is a farmer?
Many people in this day of time talk about "farmers", however when they say farmer, they think of this man right here:
And I hate to break it to you, but that is not the modern farmer. In this video, I attempted to answer the question "What is a farmer?"