While other people were doing black Friday and Saturday, we at the farm were doing the ring toss. We pride ourselves in a flawless placing of the hay ring around the hay bail. Who was the driver who scored 100 on the ring toss?
If you guessed my daughter, you would be correct. The ring toss champion. Whenever we need a clutch ring toss we call on her.
Wooly Bully has an new girlfriend every single day. Today it is #131. What a lucky girl she is.
Two week old calf. Looking good.
Two calves on the same cow. This is a crazy herd. They will feed on anyone. It also makes it a great herd.
That is all we have from the farm the week of Thanksgiving. We give thanks to God for everyday we spend together.
Finally the trees are have changed color. The wheat is coming up. Great time to be at the farm.
A few pictures looking down to the hay field, then back up from the hay field.
We keep missing feed. The cows blame the buzzards, the buzzards blame the cows. We just can’t catch anyone doing anything. That is until today. #140 was caught in the action.
This is me counting cows. Jethro Bodeen and I repeated the third grade three times. It took most of the day for me to count the cows.
Bottom hay field I planted at midnight Labor Day weekend.
My daughter’s house at the end of the hay field today, and her house one year ago.
Going into the special time of the year, we hope everyone has a special holiday season, and hold those close that you love. Many miles may be between you, but the love and memories overcomes those miles. May God bless you all.