Cowboy Scholars Find their Green Thumbs
Walking down the dusty path by the alfalfa fields, we lost a few students. "Gotta fix that sprinkler," one of the boys announced. Another chased after his rambunctious puppy Annie. And yet another (we learned later, he was the designated "cowboy,") tended to some vocal cattle. Our class of 10 dwindled down to a mere 7, but not for long. They had all been engaged during our pollinator lecture that morning in …continue reading