Dad's foot is indeed broken and will probably require some surgery. Therefore, I will continue on in my "ranch manager" position for a bit longer. Now that Ansel is here...I often have help. The other night I had lots of help. Even took the baby along!
We got the milk cow. Mom and the kids are calling her Noo-war or however you spell black in French:) but dad insists that isn't a "cow name." He calls her Maude, or Bessy or Bertha.
I wasn't sure how this step would go. I have to pour the food for the heifer we are fattening OVER the fence. I did it though, I climbed the fence, baby in tow.
I think the appeal of helping with the chores is the cart ride. Here in lies the point where I am getting my exercise in every day:)
We were even able to pitch the hay.