My youngest
son Clayton was about 3 or 4 years old when we were going to Jerry's sister's (Patsy)
house for lunch. They live on a farm and on this day there were some baby calves grazing
in the field next to the house. They all had numbered "tags" in their ears. (I
think the tags are to help keep ticks off--or something) Anyway, as we were driving up the
driveway to the house, Clayton blurts out--"Look mom, those baby cows are brand new!
They still have the price tags on!"
--Robby Stewart Joyce
My youngest
son Clayton was about 3 or 4 years old when we were going to Jerry's sister's (Patsy)
house for lunch. They live on a farm and on this day there were some baby calves grazing
in the field next to the house. They all had numbered "tags" in their ears. (I
think the tags are to help keep ticks off--or something) Anyway, as we were driving up the
driveway to the house, Clayton blurts out--"Look mom, those baby cows are brand new!
They still have the price tags on!"