This guy...at the races tonight, in the grocery store where he does the shopping so I don't have to people, or parked along some desolate back road, listening to talk radio while I look for good birds....wish him a Happy Birthday if you would. I hope he has a great day!
We farmed together for somewhere over 30 years and are still good friends, which is a true accomplishment, as those who have tried it know. Never stopped enjoying talking together in all those years. He taught me 99 percent of everything I know about breeding and judging dairy cattle and I still get excited if I see a good 'un on some Facebook dairy page. I sure loved 'em when we had 'em.
Now that we don't have them (and couldn't even if we tried) he is always willing to drop everything and take off in hot pursuit of whatever rarity has been spotted within our limited driving distance, or to just head out for a ramble. Yesterday he drove me up to Cline Road Marsh, where I had a spectacular time finding rarities and soaking up the haunting beauty of the singing swamp, while he slept, uncomplaining, in the car.
Speaking of good 'uns...he is one of them.
Happy Birthday, handsome. Becky is making you those amazing waffles tonight before the races...just so you know.
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