I Learned Life-ing from my Dad
Friday, I helped my dad with the morning milking. It had been years since I helped, but that morning his usual help was gone, and I filled in. The barn was as I remembered. The cows were the same: poopy, fat, and slobbery, their sides splattered with bits of dried manure. I wondered where the […]
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