They are all waiting for food. It's hay feeding time and it takes a lot of time and $$ to make sure they get what they need. I would love to buy those Christie Brinkley glasses and get my missing tooth fixed before Mia's wedding, but, with hay bills it's just wishful thinking. The sheep come first. I'm hoping I can get Stan and son to do my leased fields on shares this summer so I can get some hay in the barn BEFORE winter this year. Previous attempts have not worked out. Farmers are the classic eternal optimists.
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