Every evening at 6 p.m. these wheels roll by with the water and feed for Raspberry, the teenage calf, who has moved back to our pasture. The little one-year-old always rides along with Pop.
What's the commotion about? It looks like a horse getting a ticket, but then I see the smoke. Soon a fire engine appears and it's the whole township drill, all to put out a trash fire which Davie, who rents my field, started. The burn ban is still in effect.