I've always felt sorry for farm animals at Christmas. I can remember those feelings as a lil' boy. But even now as a grown man as close to 60 as 50, I still look at cattle in a pasture on Christmas day and wonder.
I wonder do they know where all these cars are going? Do they know how excited the children are who are sitting in the back seat?
Bill Robertson. I'm the old one on the right. Those are my boys, Jack & Joe. I love 'em more than they can count.
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ReplyDeleteThank you Mike. Sure appreciate your help. GO CARDS!
ReplyDeleteI always loved visiting the farm animals on Christmas. I thought they seemed happy. Maybe it was the extra alfalfa.
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