Every single year, there is one week during the month of May when Wes and the men work calves.
Every single year, during that one week, I make or take lunch to the men in the pastures.
Every single year, (or at least for the past three years) I have small boys with me. They absolutely love having a pasture picnic.
Looking through pictures from previous years only helps to solidify the fact that we are creatures of habit.
I always spread out the food, buffet-style, on the tailgate of my pickup.
My father-in-law always tells me my deviled eggs are the best and it's hard to beat a good deviled egg.
Wes always takes a boy to eat and play with him during lunch.
The men always tell me that my cookies are awful and I need to practice making them more often.
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| John 2016 |
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| Kenyon 2014 |
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| John 2016 8 months |
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| Kenyon 2014 10 months |
I look forward to this week each and every year. Even if I can't be helpful working calves during this decade or so when toting around babies, I like to be helpful in my own little small way and bring them some nice meals.
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| Who managed to spill Gatorade on himself within 30 seconds of getting out of the pickup? This guy. |
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| Talking strategy. |
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| A calf getting some ear tags and vaccinations. |
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