Greetings! My name is Corey Carothers. I am the operator of Carwood Farm, proud father of three and the luckiest man alive to be married to Kelly Carothers.
I've decided to tell my farm story via blogs. I don't know if anyone will be interested in reading them but I think they may be a bit therapeutic for me and perhaps a bit inspirational to a few.
Of course, I was born and raised on the farm. I remember my very early years spending a lot of time outside (as you can imagine). The farm was my jungle gym; playing in hay miles, hiding in bin wagons, riding our Dune Buggy through the fields after the hay was bailed off(of course I was to young to help bail hay, so I only remember the fun at this point).
I surely started working at a young age. At least by today's standards. My older brother (by three years) starting working on the farm when he was 10 or 11, which means I started when I was about 7 or 8 because I was never going to let him out do me. And so my farm journey began. We had beef cattle back then, as we do now, but not nearly as many and they were all kept in pens, mostly. We didn't breed our own animals but bought calves that were a few days old and bottle fed them twice a day. I remember enjoying that. I mean what little kids doesn't love babies of any kind of animal, and I got to bottle feed them everyday! I remember cleaning manure out of pens all the time and moving hay bails for feeding constantly! We didn't use round bails of hay yet, at that point, so all hay was the square bails that we through around by hand. 1000's of them, each weighing about 50 lbs. or more! I'll tell you more about that in a future blog.
All in all, these years were pretty good on the farm. Then, when I turned 10, I started helping with field work and everything changed...
I'll explain in my next blog.