I had to laugh when we cleared the trees and the wayward juveniles spotted their mothers. They ran bawling to their moms and immediately sought out a teat to nurse on. The larger cows stood patiently and let their young feed. I couldn't help but think that if it was me that had run off from my mom I would have gotten an ass chewing instead of a tit to suckle on when I got back.

We had fried chicken, corn on the cob and mashed potatoes for supper that night. The platter was piled high with breasts, legs and thighs cooked to perfection. I had more energy that night...