Hostiles

For those occasional readers who only check this blog to be outraged by my posts, this is for you.

Memories of Days Gone By

The above picture was posted on Facebook with the question, “Do you know what this is and have you ever used them?”

“Hell yes!

My folks ended up with a 35 acre ranch about the time I started 8^th grade. The place wouldn’t support us and my parents always had “town jobs” but we always had two to three milk cows. My father bred them so they had a calf in the fall. We milked them all winter and dried them in the spring. Twice a day, every day, no excuses.

We were friends with a few families in similar circumstances and would milk their cows too so they could have a couple of days off and they would do the same for us.

I can tell you, from certain knowledge, putting your hands where they weren’t yet welcome was a mistake when the young lady in question grew up milking cows and bucking hay bales.

Copied this picture from Facebook. That would have been handy back in the day for judging the long term prospects with a love interest.

Blast From The Past

That time of year again for sugar beet harvest. Since my muse seems to be taking comp time, here is an old post, same subject.

https://wellseasonedfool.blogspot.com/2015/10/sugar-sugar.html

https://wellseasonedfool.blogspot.com/2016/10/sugar-economics.html