Your husband gets you your own axe for Christmas so you can chop ice when its your day to do chores. LOL. See previous blog and what I used before I had an axe here: "why-yes-i-do-remember-when-it-was-16" This weekend, my friend K came down and spent some much needed girl-time with me...and as an added bonus got to experience some "farmgirl" time. J and his Dad were moving cattle back to our place so that we can keep an eye on them when they start calving. So I see the stock trailer pull up, and say to K "you want to go see some cows unloaded?" Sure, why not. So we both bundle up and head out there. As we head out I see J's Dad running around and hollering, well something must be up...and then I see the distinct little black legs of a calf and realize he had had one in the truck cab with him, and this little booger was trying to make a getaway. So we run over and hold this little calf (turned out to be a little girl-aww!) while Dad got the little ear-tag gun ready. Now K to my knowledge had never been this close to a bovine creature, and was like, their bammaaarrr comes from their gut, and what pretty eyes they have. Yep--they do! She is a little cutie, and got her ears pierced just like a big girl would. :-)
The next morning, we get bundled up to do chores, and K got some great pics of me chopping ice...LOL, it was fun or something....
You gotta' get this stuff in a book!
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