Apparently wrangling sheep for the butcher can be hazardous to your health. I grabbed one of the lambs today with my left hand and the hay box with my right and ended up with a torn right biceps. I've got a little ball of muscle up near my shoulder and it's flat below that where the muscle usually attaches to the elbow. Hurts like the dickens but we went to our favorite steakhouse for dinner and I self-medicated with a couple Beefeater martinis. Jennifer bought me a sling because she knows that's the only way I'll rest my arm.
Tomorrow I'll be mowing, first the lawn then starting on the pasture. Fortunately the tractor has power steering.
Still no calf...
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