Old man winter has reared his ugly, bearded head. Again . As I write this there is snow swirling around outside. Does anyone else pictured Gandolf or Dumbledore when they think of Old Man Winter, or is it just me?
Monday was a sunny and a pretty day. It was cooler- about 45 but it was a warm cool- I know this because I ran around in a fleece pull-over with a long sleeved tee underneath and I was just darn near perfect. That pretty day gave the black, gumbo, mud a chance to dry out; so much so that the neighbors decided they were going to wean and ship their calves on Tuesday. So Zach went to one neighbor’s place and I to the other.
P.S. But Old Man Winter, it would be great if you’d go away next week so we really can get our calves sold and out of here. Kthanx!