I decided this morning that my job doesn't provide much blogging fodder.

There isn't much to say about staring at a cows ass for hours. It's not like staring at people's asses all day. At least with people you can make fun of their outfits, or the way those clothes fit/don't fit.

Not so much with cows. Especially not so much with cows at 3 am. Cows at 3am are especially large and wet and smelly. Wet you say? Yes, because at 4am it was raining.

And at sun rise the sky was blazingly RED and ORANGE and YELLOW.
"Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning"