Sunday, 9 August 2015

Don't Call Him a Cowboy (until you've seen him ride)


30 degree heat, air conditioned cab, old country tunes and a view I love. 


I used to pack silage for my dad every year. It's the low-man on the totem pole job, but I've never minded. Since having kids I haven't been able to help more than a few hours at a time. But today I got to ride a tractor while my kids helped gramma with her chickens. I felt useful again, although I know I'm useful in other ways. I'm out of practice and my dad spent a bit of time correcting my work ;) but all in all, a day well spent!

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