This was first posted January 18, 2016.
Every morning this time of year, the guys are all doing a version of this.
Whether they’re driving or pitching, or running an automatic bale feeder… they are out there first thing, feeding calves, steers, heifers, cows, and bulls!
It doesn’t matter what the temperature is.
It doesn’t matter if they don’t *want* to roll out of bed.
It doesn’t matter if they feel like poo… well, ok, maybe one of the others might cover for you… but if there was no one to help out… they’d get out and do it anyway, puking or not.
Seven days a week.
So while you’re sipping that second cup of coffee, and frowning when it’s -10 and you have to walk from your warm house to your car… think of my guys (and, hey, I used to do it too!) – and tell ’em “Good Job”! That’s what I yelled at Brandon… and he told me “Thanks, Mom…”
I’m sure he’d tell you “thank you”, too!
