My brother had been hasseling me for weeks once I arrived in Utah to come up and visit him at the organic dairy farm where’d he’d been working since May. I drug my feet a bit, it was a three hour drive and I wasn’t super thrilled about spending an entire day with stinky cows. He’d also hassled me a few years earlier to also spend a night with him on a snow cat while he groomed the slopes of Snowbasin and I never did and have sort of felt like a jerk ever since, so I told my kids we were going on a farm adventure. Plus, I kept getting texts like this:
“I just hauled 20K lbs of hay out of a field and down the highway with a Ford pickup with 307,000 miles on it. I don’t know why everyone doesn’t have one of these.”
“So when you gonna bring your ugly offspring up to see their favorite uncle, bottle feed calves, ride ponies and see where milk comes from?”
“So here I am eating breakfast in my underwear when this beef cow walks right past my window and onto the highway! So I went booking after it. Couldn’t get around it, ran back at yelled at Quinn (head farmer), we hopped in trusty Willameana (his restored 1940’s army jeep) and drive half way to Logan before we got around it, then burned tires through every farmers field between here and Bennington to get it back here! That poor Jeep, but we got her!”
“You ought to bring your kids up so they can see where milk comes from, and why it’s wise to stay in school, but more importantly to see their favorite uncle.”
“In Montpelier, about an hour north of Logan and if you ever text me this late on a work night again I’ll teach your children dirty words. Nighty night.”
He’s classic. I needed to see what all this hulla-bul-loo was about.
As it turns out, the kids has a great time. Something about a kid and wide open spaces that makes you smile broader and breathe a little deeper. Bode was stoked about the trucks and tractors, the seemingly endless wandering, and that he got to dig in the dirt and wipe it on his pants and nobody stopped him. Tessa took right to the horses and ponies, she wanted ride after ride and loved to feed them. She loved the barn kittens and was fascinated by the milking process. And while I’m being truthful, so was I. It’s a tedious, laborious process, but effective. I even gave the hooking up the ‘devices’ to the mama’s ‘teets’, a whirl. And Boogs may have said while I was doing so, “Sister, do you think you can do that without wrinkling your nose.”
I may have wrinkled my nose, but I also had a tickle in my heart. My brother is awesome and I’m glad I got to see him in action.
2 comments:
Love this! I find BJ to be friggin hilarious and awesome!
What a fun day with Uncle B. Cool machines, animals and endless dirt. How can it better than that. I sure hope that kid can come into some land some day.
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