go read this

if you haven't already

http://redcolumbine.livejournal.com/44448.html

how to make my day

I'm tired. It's good tired: tired from working. I was out doing evening chores and went to call Finnegan up from the paddock for his bit of grain. This is the first day I've let him out in the big paddock, and there is grass, so I had no idea if he'd come. As soon as he figured out I was holding a bucket of grain, he came galloping and bucking up the field to me and stopped about a foot away. I turned and walked back to the stall where I wanted to put the grain for him to eat, and he followed me just like a little puppy. Yes, Finnegan is a steer and therefore I will eat him sometime this fall, but I still enjoy his cuteness.