Because every little girl should wear a pink tutu when out and about on the farm.
Still have the old rotary down in the auger shed. Where my sister and I would call our friends when we didn’t want ears outside the den door.
There was a calf bawling, so we walked down to the yards to make sure everything was alright.
All was well, a baby crawled under the fence in the fat yards and couldn’t figure how to get back to his mama.
Can you find the baby Longhorn? Granddog Amos Moses was wanting to play but was told no.
Nice evening at the folks’.
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