It must have been messy out there because
1.) he rarely tells me I can’t do something
2.) his Midwest sensibilities usually scoff at my Southern concerns about traction and milk/bread stashes.
He actually stopped at the gas station nearby and picked up a gallon himself late Tuesday morning. Then, while he was putting it in the fridge, he told me not to go out driving.
Just. plain. flabbergasting.
So, I stayed put, helped feed the cows and took a few pictures.
Where doth donkey end and pasture begin? He was a hard one to find…
…now finding this one was a little more black and white. 🙂
Sorry to be tacky, but I thought posting this picture would be suitable…since y’all need to know stepping on frozen patties isn’t at all like stepping on fresh ones. You need to know these things. 🙂
Of course, I’m only tacky on a need-to-know basis.
She’s dreaming of the hay in this barn.
The other cows are jealous that she has hay. What they don’t realize is she’s in the “infirmary” so her hoof will get better. You know, colder temperature helps reduce inflammation and chance of infection. She’ll be better in no time!
Buddy likes snow. Buddy also likes heated trucks.
Two angles, same cow, same case of the munchies…
These two are the equine and bovine version of lining up to buy “milk and bread at the gas station.”
He just may be considering a cab tractor purchase right now. 🙂
Seriously, Tom? You should tell us how you really feel.