herd in 2011. The spring after my mother died.
He said the cows didn’t need a man who talked to them that much.
He still lives on the place. He still gets up at 4:30 every morning.
He had his left hip replaced two winters ago. He’s walked with a cane ever since. A plain wooden hickory cane, with a rubber tip he replaces from the farm store when it wears through.
Kaylee spent every summer of her childhood following him around that farm.
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