We have two cows.
You've met them.
We don't really name our beef cows.
But sometimes they earn a nickname.
The white steer is a Charolais - so naturally his name
became Charlie (or Chuck... hahahaha)
And then the Black/Brown Brangus steer became
"Brown". Get it?
Charlie / Brown.
Hahahahaha.
But then we decided to change his name to Buford.
And then last weekend we went to Rod's job
for an open house. It was so much fun to see
where he spends his days and learning what he does.
Aren't they beautiful jets?
The event was catered by a local BBQ place.
Called Charlie & Jakes.
And suddenly Brown / Buford got a new name.
We've been calling him Jake lately.
(We are hysterical.)
(or pathetic)
Anyhow.
Whatever you call him, he was a STINKER
one day last week.
I got up in the morning to feed the animals
and there was a black steer walking around
in the middle of our backyard!
Naughty little guy!
Luckily nobody else figured it out.
The horses were spending the night
in that pasture as well.
And when they get out into the middle yard
I worry about my little trees.
Andy seems to have a fondness for little trees.
He was fairly easy to round up
and push back into a different pasture.
And when Rod got home that evening he
patched it right up.
And all is right in our little world again.
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