Farm land

This picture reminds me of my dad. He doesn't farm anymore, but he grew up on a farm, along with my grandpa and grandma and a brother and what seems like a zillion sisters. I would not be able to live with that many sisters. Girls are too dramatic. I remember one time, he told me that he helped deliever cow triplets, which was a huge deal, but his sisters got the credit for it. He also told me about this one cow that he raised named Handsome. Handsome would sit in the barn and watch TV with them, and actually the family became pretty attached to him. It didn't matter, though, because, well, on a farm...well, let's just say, he said it was the best cow he ever tasted, because he was treated so well. It's stories like that that make me want to become a vegitarian. I just can't do it though. I've managed to avoid red meat, but I can't pass up a nice juicy steak sometimes...or nachos from DQ...it's so hard to give it up!