Early Morning Feed Time

When i walk out into the crisp morning air, i can feel the sun on my face rising from the east. The stairs wiggle and wobble as I make my way to the barn. Rusty gates screech as I open and close them to get to the feed shed. As I swing the door open, the sweet smell of rejuvenating molasses flutters to my nostrils and feels me with warmth. The open barrels full of the "Gilbert Mix" shines with the golden corn and the cotton fluffed bull feed. As I scoop the feed into the feed buckets, dust begins flying into the air sending me into a coughing fit. I step out of the feed house and the sheep follow me like a Calvary following a general. While the sheep are occupied with scarfing down the grain, trying to be sneaky like, I rush to the lambing barn to check on the fuzzy little guys. The taste of hair, straw, and milk skims into my mouth as the lambs suck their mamas dry. I completely finish feeding and head back into the house to await the next early morning feed.