Mud. I farm mud.

When the snow melts off, it’s just mud; mud everywhere. Ugh.

Belle, Bessie, and Tilley just come in here for feed. They hate the mud, too.

I think I speak for all of us here when I say that we cannot wait for spring to arrive!

DG thoroughly agrees.

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