D E Larsen DVM
I turned off of McDowell Creek Road into the barnyard. I could see only a few cows in the holding pen and a couple of guys heading up the hill to the upper pasture. I looked at the clock to make sure I wasn’t early for the herd’s fall pregnancy exams.
Bill came out of the barn to greet me.
“I’m sorry, Doc,” Bill says. “The boys are having a heck…