Every afternoon from about June through the next March, the cattle need to be fed. We usually make this into a hayride-- a festive occasion complete with frisbees, footballs, and an ice chest full of cold beverages.
Mick, my Dad's trusty dog, usually drives the truck up to the pasture.
OK, actually, he rides shotgun, and lets the guy with opposable thumbs drive the truck.
We check on the cattle, like our new little cutie:
After a good round of pass and frisbee, we meander back down to the homestead...
so we can get in a couple of hours of "American Idol".
Just kidding, but I think you knew that.