by Kay Wilson
Maybe it was a bad year for the dung beetle, but I always put the annual field day on my calendar. It is normally in August.
Oh, the days I would watch with great interest the maneuvers of the dung beetle. Those were the good ol’ days. They were quite prevalent in our dry lot and generally quite large. It was definitely something that this farm girl could marvel at for several minutes. Usually a fatherly shout or