Missing Willow Farm

Our herdsire’s name is Rudy, aka Stinky Boy.  He keeps peeing on his head to make himself extra attractive to the girls.  Isn’t that disgusting?  I can’t stand to be near him this time of year.  That’s him in the top photo.  He was born on our farm.  We were so happy when he was born because it meant we could get rid of his daddy, Jerry Lee.  That’s him in the bottom photo, he’s a purebred Alpine.   The folks we bought him from were calling him Elvis because of the magnificent shock of curly hair he has on his forehead, but we thought he looked more like Jerry Lee Lewis.  He was the devil.   He was underfoot all the time and had to be the center of attention.  He stole the keys out of our Mule.  Twice.  He figured out how to open the pasture gate with his lips so we had to rig a special lock for it.   Most of our visitors can’t even figure out how to open the pasture gate and they have opposable thumbs.  We took him to the stockyard auction and like to think he’s on someone else’s farm bothering the crap out of them.