We moved a group of cows from one stalk field to another a couple days ago.
It was a beautiful day and the boys were happy to help.
Down the road we went.
And into the new field they go.
Now, I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but every time I see one of the guys doing this (counting cows), I have this ornery urge to start shouting out numbers. 14! 24! 37! 52! Just to see what they would do. Thankfully I’ve been able to suppress that urge to this point. I’ll just hope my horse is faster than Will’s if I ever decide to try it.
Have a great day!