Yesterday Scott and I worked cows. Typically a cause of extreme domestic strife, we’ve gotten pretty good at it, our cows are pretty good, and our facilities are pretty good. We draw blood for pregnancy test, remove fly tags and make sure that their ear tags are legible. Usually, you just remove the old ear tag and put in a new one, but U9 is so laid back, she’s just standing there while Scott re-inks her old tag. Most cows would never put up with this, but U9 doesn’t seem to mind.