Our calves are in the field that we have named "the Graveyard Field". I am not sure that we shouldn't change the name of this field. It is next to a graveyard (see below) but it is also next to a church.
We use either our tractor or our ARGO (a six-wheeler) to haul milk and feeders over to the calves in a cart.
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Dad's tractor is pulling our cart that we haul the milk and the calf feeders over to their field. |
"Why might this picture be of Dad's tractor hauling milk over to our calves?" you might ask. Well, the Graveyard Field is living up to its name. Ironically, both our tractor and our ARGO have decided to stop in the Graveyard Field with no urgency to move...ever (grin). Maybe we should call it, "the Church Field." Maybe then our pieces of
machinery would be resurrected with Christ...ok maybe not. But here sit the two pieces of machinery until they are fixed.
My hope in sharing this is to bring a smile to your face. I can not do anything to fix either of these pieces of equipment (they would NEVER move if I tried), so I will choose to focus on the humor of the situation, and hopefully bring some smiles to your edge of the globe as well :). Blessings to you all in the name of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. To Him be glory and honor forever, Amen.
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