We got a call from a neighbor during Thanksgiving dinner at my Grandmother’s in NW OH that my uncle’s cows had escaped the barn and were wandering free. As the farm is just up the road, we all took a (much needed) break from the feast and caravanned to the farm to heard the cattle. There is really no science to this and these less-than-brilliant animals are not very cooperative. They were, however, quite afraid of me and didn’t dare go into the road that I guarded.
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Saying Hi from Boston! Although I did not get to wear boots to Thanksgiving, I can certainly appreciate the fabulous coffee gifts that you have aquired pre-season! See you soon and thanks for the 'John -Loan, ' they had fun.
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