So, here in the next couple of weeks we have a calf, or ten, coming to live at the farmette. Secret Agent Man has been getting ready by fencing a new pasture area. And, as you can see, he does a lot of his farming in a pair of Merrells.
I am glad our son is his designated helper. This does not seem like fun to me. I was ever so glad to be busy painting the wicker furniture.