So it's getting cold up here and now is the time we take all the baby calves away from their mommies and ship them off to sunny California where they can get all fat and happy (until they're sold again and wind up as T-bones). Mommy was in charge of weighing them this year. She got nominated for her penmanship, which isn't all that great but better than cowboys and old men. Here's one of our days...
The first truck, loaded and ready to go, with Jughandle Mtn. in the background.
From one of my favorite books, ever: HARVEST
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