What do you get when you wake up at 4:30 am, get dressed, down some coffee, attempt some breakfast, saddle your horse, drive up the mountain for an hour, sort off calves from their mommas, and wait for the semis to show?
You get tired.
Even Boomer was exhausted.
OK.
I lied.
Boomer was just playing with a STICK.
But he had the same pose as the guys!
Come to think of it, look who else is pooped.
Who else?
Elsa!
Wake up, you guys, the semis are here!
Time to load up, babies!
A few calves got one last goodbye…
Now they’re all here at home… bawling and bawling and bawling…
They’re sad,
I’m tired,
how was YOUR Monday?
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September 13, 2009 Stacking Up
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