A few days before we cut the alfalfa, we were looking out the window and Fran said, "Deer" and I said "What?" and she said "no a deer." It was walking right along a pivot track, and then down by the old machinery. The next day I was hooking up the handlines and she jumped up about 10 feet from me and just stood there and looked at me as if to say, "What is the big idea distrubing me!!"
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I'm resisting the impulse to ask if that equipment it's standing beside is made by "John Deere". :)
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