The morning started bad: just crawling out of bed at 6 when the phone rang and Stan's brother said the heifers at his place were out. I got dressed as fast as I could, told Stan who was milking and asked if I could go up. Did. When I got there, the worst was over, but there's always time for one more romp, especially if the the rain is coming down in buckets. Needless to say, I was not extremely pleased with any creature involved by the time it was over.
