
We have budgeted a bit of time for recreation, though. Yesterday Shae Lynn, my father, and I went out to a remote part of the ranch to test and fine tune the aim on one of the farm’s rifles. With only a tin can as a target it was hard to get a feel for how the rifle shot because my dad and I kept missing it completely…that is until Shae Lynn, or should I say Ms.Bullseye stepped up. Without missing a tick, Shae put hole after hole in that can and all with a sly smile and lady-like modesty that came with the cool remark, “Oh, this is nice, it isn’t one of those guns that hurts you when it jumps.”
We have also had a time to get some projects done at night now t

Last, I want to give my sincerest of apologies to you all. It has come to my attention that my last blog post completely neglected to make any sort of joke about the farm’s name and the unexpected arrival on Tuesday (instead of Thursday) of our 400 chicks. Although, I wrote the post in near total exhaustion, there is no excuse for missing that opportunity. While we are recovering well from the surprise, a ranch by any other name, though, might have been nice.
"Happy(Customer+Farmer) Ranch" might have sounded too nerdy, I guess.
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