I have been interested to read the back and forth in the texts section over livestock pooing on the roads in Wairarapa.
I've only lived here a bit over a year, and I know perfectly well that even with my floppy hat, waxed jacket and red-tabbed gumboots, it would only take a farmer about five seconds of conversation with me to realise the editor of the Times-Age is not hugely knowledgeable about farming.
I am a definitely townie, prone to saying things like: "oh, look at the cows" as I watch them make their leisurely way, without guidance, to the milking machines (I still can't get over that cows wander there without help).
Yet I'm not without some clues - and plenty of respect.
I'm not in Churton Park (a reasonably well-do-to suburb of Wellington) any more. I'm no longer among residents who worry about the damage to their ornamental flax while Chorus lay their ultra-fast broadband cable.