A day in the life of Abigail
Seasons may come and go, but my deep love for agriculture remains. This love stems from early memories spent on my family’s dairy farm, and has only grown as I have pursued continual adventures in agriculture. Follow along as I recount ‘a day in the life of Abigail’ throughout various seasons in my life.
Summer, Age 9
Summer is my favorite season. Summer encompasses my birthday, my favorite holiday- the 4th of July, and fair season. I have been attending the Rock County 4-H Fair since I was three weeks old, but the summer I was nine was a special one. This was the first year I could show my own calf at the county fair. My days that summer were filled with learning how to wash, feed, and take care of my calf, Seven.
Fall, Age 13
For any farm kid, fall equals harvest season. This time of year, age 13 Abigail could be found riding in the tractor with her dad or helping feed calves while he continued in the field. If it were a Monday night, I would be heading to a meeting for the Consolidated 4-H club or the Milton FFA chapter. Both of these organizations equipped me with life skills, a plethora of agriculture knowledge, and forever friendships.
Winter, Age 18
When I was 18, fall and winter brought a lot of change to my life. I moved from home to a 10’x16’ dorm room at the University of Wisconsin-Madison. A typical day that winter included an Animal Science 101 lecture, time spent in our on-campus dairy plant making cheese with our master Cheesemaker, and a club meeting for one of several agriculture clubs I enjoyed being active in. My days were packed full of agriculture learning… and cheese curd eating!
Spring, Age 22
It is exciting to think spring has finally arrived! Age 22 brings us up to speed to today. This spring, my weeks are filled with work at DeLaval, in their North American marketing and communications department. Each day provides an opportunity to learn about and promote the innovative solutions DeLaval has to offer dairy producers. On my weekends, you will most likely find me back home, checking in on my favorite four-legged ‘girls’ or helping Dad in the parlor.
No matter the season, agriculture is always a strong thread in my life, and I have no doubt all of the seasons in my future will be just the same.