One of the many things we love about our farm is actually not on our farm. Well, not all the time at least ;-). Some of the traffic going up and down the lane is folks going to town. Most of the traffic going up and down the lane is neighbors.
Neighbors checking on neighbors, stopping in to help neighbors, picking on neighbors...and at the end of the day, just riding around visiting. The vehicle of choice is what has become affectionately known around here as a "Unit".
Need to take that bale of nasty, moldy hay that had wintered in the baler over to the neighbor to see how she likes her hay? You take your Unit. Haha, very funny ;-). Note Bullwinkle up front.
Stopping by at the end of the day. Bullwinkle jumps right in. No pictures of the John Deere gator though because that neighbor won't let Bullwinkle near it! Oh, the inhumanity ;-o.
Bullwinkle took one ride and now he is a Unit Junkie.
So Saint Tim finally caved and got him his very own Unit. This picture is from a friend who happened to see Tim driving home from the big city last night. What are the odds!
Bullwinkle jumped right in and off to the neighbors we go!
I think this picture is funny not only because of the expression on BW's face, but the angle of the house (?) and Hank trotting by making his rounds, working while we go out to play. He would not think riding around in the Unit was at all fun.
I think this picture is a scream. Headed down the road with your sheep. As you do. Tilly loves the Unit!
As does Stella. We went back to check on her grandkids (the five new calves). We got a tiny bit of mud on the new (to us) Unit and were having a laugh about what Tim would have to say. Not to worry, we got a big storm last night and there's not a spec of mud left on it. But several tree limbs are down and will need cleaned up today.
Good thing we got a Unit ;-D.