We wrapped up our preg checking last week. Mom and I took turns checking the cows so by the end of the day, we are both a little messy. And yes, that is a fleck of manure on my forehead… and my neck. And I might even have a trace of it on my shirt and jeans. I wish people would tell me when I have manure on me. I mean really, that’s so embarrassing to go around with manure on your face. That’s disgusting, man!