
I've driven by these feed storage bins before, but never got up close and personal with one. So far, I've managed to stand back and admire the view and not get too personal. I'll be content with admiring Mr. and cheering him on. Hopefully, it will make both of us happy.

I watched respectfully as he climbed the ladder, then walked over and waved to me. I think he missed me. Either that, or he didn't want to miss a photo op.

That being done, Mr. returned to ladder and climbed back down. The whole thing didn't take but a minute, so it wasn't really all that thrilling, but it did give me a chance to take pictures.


Ah... climbing down the ladder. Come on down, Mr. I hope you've had a good time up there!
Some time ago, I-Needa and I rode with Mr. into the country to feed. It was our first experience in a feed truck, and it was different.

We laughed a bit at the rock tapping, but it worked.
Tap, tap, tap..... tap, tap,
Tap,tap, tap... tap, tap...
When the feed truck bin was full, off we went to the pasture to feed.
Since this is a little lesson in feeding cattle, I'll keep it short. You've probably learned enough for one day. Just remember to take along a rancher, a feed truck, and a rock if you go to feed cattle. Oh... take a camera too, and remember to stay inside the truck!
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I continue to be amazed at the turn of events in your life! Did you ever dream you would be involved in ranching life say 1 year ago? It is fun for an
outsider to watch the transition unfold before my very eyes!
Linda
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