Bob showed us around his ranch, and John got to see the cows, and the bull, up close. He wanted to pat one, but by the time he mentioned it, the treats were gone and the animals were getting a little pushy. We saw a brandy-new calf whose mama was very suspicious of the pickup truck,so the one a picture I got was rushed. And a black calf is hard to spot when standing in front of a black cow.
A highlight of the trip came next for John. Bob fired up his excavator to dredge the tank (a man made pond to catch and hold rainwater), which had gradually become shallower and wider, thanks to his geese nibbling way the edges. A gracious host, after he finished, he offered John a chance to try it out. Not with the watery mud, because I think Bob did not want to take a muddy shower, but he got to move it, and dig up some dirt and move it a few feet.
You should be.