brown cattle on green lawn grass during daytime
BLOG # 147

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BLOG # 147

‘Once We’re Gone, We’re Not Coming Back’

In Nebraska, a 151-year-old family farm struggles to survive.

Before Arden’s death five years ago, he “reminded me that I was a good cattleman,” Ethan said, and “I have to keep it like that.”

Ethan, now 17, still notices his grandfather’s wiring technique in fence posts scattered across the farm in the rolling plains of northeast Nebraska, along the South Dakota border. He walks along the same paths as six generations of Uhlirs, but Ethan may be the last to work the land.

Agriculture is a dying occupation. Younger generations do not want to work dawn to dusk.
La agricultura es una ocupación moribunda. Las generaciones más jóvenes no quieren trabajar desde el amanecer hasta el anochecer.