Sunday afternoon and Cows

Dear Farmer and the Wife spent four hours yesterday watering cows.  The cows have water-tanks filled by hoses off the hydrants, but the hoses failed and the tanks were dry.  A herd of mad, thirsty cattle is not the place you want to be on a Sunday afternoon, but there we were-getting cows water as fast as we could and in as many different ways as we could.  Farmers don't get weekends off.
While overseeing the pushing and shoving by the cattle, the Wife was able to get a little more experience being around the herd, and watched Dear Farmer and how he cares for these (ungrateful) cattle. The Wife did ask if she could be up on the tractor, instead of on the ground with the cattle...Dear Farmer said no.  Apparently Dear Farmer actually was USING the tractor, and the Wife would have just been up there because it looked like the safer place to be.  It really wasn't the safer place to be, it was just higher up.  The Wife watched the way the cattle bumped and jostled the tractor, Dear Farmer did not have an easy job!
 It was a long and dusty four hours, Dear Farmer and the Wife both had sweat and water mixed with dust and mud covering arms and necks, all over faces and in noses.  Ick!
"Did you catch the game?"  Nope.  No game could have been nearly as exciting as watering a hundred thirsty and mad cows.  Nope, we LIVE the game!  We're farmers.