This weekend we got some chores done. Usually, putting out hay entails me opening gates for the husband and keeping the cattle at bay while he brings the round bales in and out of the pens and pastures. It's hard work....
Okay, so I have the easy job. Well, except when a bull and I face off at a gate. It happens but luckily I'm quick and crazy enough to stand my ground and win.
But now that the husband only has one arm, he gets to be the gate keeper while I put out the hay. He had to document my tractor driving yesterday.
Then he requested a backside shot of himself.
He's so goofy. I'd like to blame it on the pain medication but he's not on any.