Sunday, February 22, 2015

An Earful

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Three forty-five a.m. this morning, one degree above zero Fahrenheit, I was rolling around in the straw in our indoor arena, trying to wrestle earmuffs onto a hundred pound newborn while his mother wiped snot on the back of my neck.


Yeah, all his little calf friends are probably poking fun at him, but at least he won't end up like big brother, who was born this time last year when it was 22 degrees below zero. 


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1 comment:

Laurie Lamb said...

Aw. Little brother is so cute. So is big brother. His ear nubs just enhance his handsome face!