I knew Johnson grass was in the heifer pasture and that the girls were always hunting for a bite of something green and juicy but I did what some do. I sorta let it slip out of my thought pattern for a day or two.
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Opinion, Pages 6 on 09/15/2010
Print Headline: Count your blessings and breathing cattle