This is why I take pictures and write everything down. I already forgot that Saturday I went to cousins farm where he was dehorning and tagging calves.
Quite a sight, but as traumatizing as it sounded they were in fine fettle as soon as they were let out of this thing.
And then I chased the turkeys around again cuz why not
Cousins had this picture from our first visit to Ireland, I think 1994 after we spent the day bailing hay. I’m the boy on the left in the blue shirt. Remember when oversized tshirts were the coolest? Clearly our family does.