And by help, I mean Cole helps.
This is his "can't you see I am too busy farming to take a picture?!" face.When the Little Miss and I aren't driving around in the Gator, petting the barn cat, or posing on top of straw bales, we like to pull weeds to feed to the cattle.
All eyes are on us as we move toward them.
Drop the weeds and nobody gets hurt.
Number 9 is the Little Miss's favorite. He thinks he is a big pet. Little does he know his middle name is Hamburger.
To all my vegetarian readers, I am very sorry about the hamburger remark.My favorite cow at the moment is number 44. He has a big ol' head and loves to be scratched right between the eyes. Who can resist such a face?
Even Cole will take a break from the "real work" to play with us girls.
You have to watch when you are feeding the cattle. They don't always use their manners. Just look at that shameless number 40. See that sneaky tongue making its way over to steal that weed?
Such bull.
