It seems like things disappear on the farm and no one knows where they go. Grandma’s flowers were eaten overnight, and it wasn’t until she caught the rabbit red-pawed that we knew for sure who the culprit was. But that’s nature at work so I can’t be upset.

Tools in our shop seem to grow legs.

I am disheartened when I read stories about how, when hay prices were sky-high, farmers were finding hay bales missing. I also remember when I was younger my grandpa had a fuel tank about 100 yards from his front door, and somehow once a month or so, dad would knock on the tank to see how full it was and the fuel had just disappeared.

It has been going on for years and years, and it’s stealing, plain and simple.

Take a listen as grandpa goes on another “AgWalk” with us today and tells about his story of the muddy footprint mystery. Listen to Grandpa explain

It really wasn’t a mystery – grandpa called the sheriff because the footprints led next door, and that neighbor had just sold clean red clover seed the day before, but it was just brushed under the rug.

Until we walk again …