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Farmer's familiarity with his livestock pays off in early care

Editor's note: This article contains some explicit biological terminology.

It was a late spring day with mostly blue sky, but some heavy dark clouds.

Walt was waiting when Ruth and I pulled into his barnyard. Ruth was short with dark hair. She had worked for me for a couple of years and although not a farm girl, she really enjoyed the farms we visited.

Walt's farm had offered a variety we didn't often see: draft horses, along with the cattle.

Walt greeted us with his beaming smile and an outstretched hand, his handshake firm and sincere. I knew these men judged men they met by their hand...

 
 
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