I've been helping the guys feed on the weekends.
Normally, I'd prefer to be the one on the back of the truck flaking off hay but being 9 months pregnant isn't very conducive to that, and the doctors kind of frown on it.
So I've been the designated driver instead.
Mostly I just drive for Clint, which is good because he loves me.
And so he has to put up with me when I drive down the wrong row, struggle with a gear, or hit a bump too quickly.
Although I haven't bucked any bales....or anyone.....off of the feed truck yet.
Knock on wood.....
The other morning I had my camera with me and we were feeding the three year old cows, which is also the pasture where our Charolais cows are.
It was fun to see them, and since it was relatively flat I capitalized on my chance to take a few pictures as Clint was flaking hay.
I maaaayyy have hit a bump or two in the process.....
Which is where the love I talked about above comes into play. :)