Adrian’s Range Rover was broken yesterday. Actually, we broke it on the trip back from tree cutting on Sunday. We were pulling that heavy trailer full of trees and the ride just kept getting bumpier and bumpier. I thought that I’d get a black eye at one point! When we got home Adrian discovered that the suspension in his vehicle had gone. He needed new springs. Our friend, Malcolm, sells Rover parts and he happens to live on a farm.
Yesterday, after dropping the kids off at their home-school program I drove out to his place to pick up the parts. He showed me some calves that were recently separated from their moms. 😦 I wouldn’t be able to be a farmer. Apparently, the moms and their calves really ball and bellow for each other. I was expressing my sadness of the situation to Malcolm, but conceded that it was necessary. Ironically, he is a vegatarian. He went into a spiel about how perhaps it’s not necessary. He’s been going without eating meat for fourteen years. Kinda interesting coming from a beaf farmer. He’s an eccentrically fascinating guy, though. I always learn something after talking with him.