The Sweetest Mother's Day Gift!

Hello Congresswoman,

You don’t know me from Adam but I’ve been following your actions for several months now, both leading up to the election and now that you’ve taken office, even more so. I swell with pride at the sight of so many women in leadership positions in our nation’s capital and the most recent State of the Union Address highlighted the start of a new chapter in American politics—one that has women more heavily involved than ever before. That’s a great thing and I support this new normal.

I’m a Kansas rancher out here in the sticks loving life while raising beef with my family.

However, as a beef producer in rural Kansas working with my family to raise cattle, I feel the need to point out some facts about agriculture that were misrepresented in your Green New Deal. As a rancher, I am proud to produce safe, healthy and affordable beef for a hungry nation. We are producing beef in the United States more sustainably and efficiently than ever before; did you know that the U.S. produces nearly 20 percent of the world’s beef with only nine percent of the world’s cattle? That’s pretty amazing and tells a great story of our efficiency using the resources available to us!

As a rancher, I can tell you that we take the quality of the great outdoors very seriously—air, soil and water quality are all of utmost importance to us here because, well, we are the ones living here in the sticks. Which is why our segment of agriculture actively works to reduce our impact on the environment every. single. day. For example, from 2005-2011, the U.S. beef industry reduced its greenhouse gas emissions and water use by two percent and three percent, respectively. That reduction in air emissions puts our figures at just two percent of the sum total of U.S. GHG, according to the EPA. Comparatively, the U.S. transportation sector contributes 28 percent of GHG emissions.

Horseback in our pastures with tall green grass is one of my favorite places to be!

You might wonder how we farmers and ranchers are lessening our footprint? Good question.

We are using better genetics from cattle to produce animals that yield more tasty beef using fewer inputs from water and land.

Every year we are utilizing the best technology available to us to help us manage the health and growth of our animals so we can be efficient with our resources.

Did you know that cows are great up-cyclers AND recyclers? Cows are able to take foods like sugar beet pulp and carrot tops—things that would otherwise be wasted as food production by-products—and turn those into beef. This reduces the overall amount of food waste in our great nation. Additionally, what other animal do you know that can take grass and turn it into a delicious steak? Seriously, cows are like superheroes.

Congresswoman Ocasio-Cortez, I appreciate your dedication to improving our earth and pursuing sustainable futures but I beseech you to please have a conversation with your constituents and colleagues who have agriculture backgrounds. Cows are not the problem; the nearly 264 million cars on the road in the U.S. are a glaring issue. I applaud your efforts to make vehicles more environmentally friendly and if you can commit to working on transportation, I assure you that my fellow farmers and ranchers and I will continue to improve our practices to keep reducing our already negligible impact on the environment.

Wide open spaces and baby calves=some of my favorite things.

I would welcome your questions, comments or even a visit to our little ranch property for a tour of the cows.

Thank you for your time—I look forward to hearing from you.

Regards,
Brandi Buzzard Frobose
Rancher, wife, mama and steward of the land

Originally published on the author’s blog

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Brandi Buzzard

Brandi Buzzard Frobose is a cowgirl, rancher, runner and traveler who believes in telling the whole truth and keeping the word "can't" out of her vocabulary. She loves sports, being outdoors and leaving her phone at home when she's with family and friends. On most days, you can find her guzzling iced tea and dreaming about the future from her farmhouse, while spoiling her beloved border collie, Cricket. Brandi blogs at http://www.buzzardsbeat.com/

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