Tim Moffett

A dairy farmer cries fowl. This is an open letter to all my chicken farmer friends. That would be you, Kevin. I’m not saying there aren’t a lot of chicken farmers; I’m just saying I don’t have a lot of friends.

OK, class, I don’t even know how to start this one. I’ve read about a new trend that might make us some added income on the farm. You might be thinking, “Tim, I’ve already tried farm tours, baked goods and scrapping my husband’s ‘spare parts pile.’

News flash! It’s hot again today. You know what? I’ll bet you a dollar it’s gonna be hot again tomorrow. And the day after that, and the day after that, and the … all the way up to about Sept. 22.

Normally, my sister’s kid goes to summer camp to learn how to make s’mores and post it on Facebook. Not this summer. She said she wanted him to learn new things and experience farm life. What she meant to say is, “Summer camp is expensive.

June is Dairy Month. Does the average person know that? Probably not. Heck, most people don’t know what a dairy is. These days, walking through the dairy aisle in a store, you would think soybeans, almonds, rice, tofu, coconuts and silk all came from cows.

Performing stand-up comedy, I’ve had the opportunity to meet farmers from all over the U.S. and Canada. We all have three things in common. We’re broke, we love to laugh, and we never turn down a meal.