I just attended a funeral for a very gentle soul. He was a bulldoggin’ cowboy who outworked Andrew and I the last time we worked calves. It was a beautiful Catholic funeral and I pray he is basking in Christ’s Glory. If I pass away in the winter I hope the day is as beautiful as today. As I left the farm it seemed as if I was in a storybook, the Frost was so thick and as the sun touched it, it looked like the world was covered in diamonds.



Francis, you’ll be one of those heavenly riders I call upon when the cattle are misbehaving, or when we need to load up a bull, or treat a sick cow.



































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