As has always been the case with us farmer types, the Reverend and I thought Labor Day meant TO labor, as in work, not a day free FROM labor. After all these years, we da’stn’t change.
Where were you on September 5th? We were happy to get a new water line dug to our milking barn.
First thing Monday mornin’, we woke up ready to get ‘er done, kinda like a duck on a June bug.
One of our pregnant dairy cows is due next January. Some inside water will be mighty nice and right handy.
Even if it SOUNDS like work, who wouldn’t want to spend the day hangin’ with this cow poke?