Hard work. Big Rewards. Bigger blessings. Life on a South Dakota ranch.
What is it about bale stacks and kids? I remember how fun it was to climb the stacks. Now, though, I’m pretty sure I am no longer capable. The Wild Child thinks it is a glorious escape from the drudgery of feeding. While we are feeding, walking through the cows, cutting bale wrap and twine, opening and shutting gates, and checking salt, mineral, and water tanks, she likes to spend her time climbing the bales with her bestie, Huck. That crazy dog loves jumping up the bale rows as much as the Blonde Bomber, only he is a little more adept.
Mr. Huck then comes down for a few pats and “atta-boys” for taking care of our Wild Child.