A song typically plays over and over and over again in my brain until it gets ousted by the next song. So, by the time we got to Pratt, I had thought of a new, more appropriate one. Substitute a word, and this song from my grade school days was perfect:
We're going to leave you now."
(For those of you who didn't sing it from the elementary school folk song book, it's really supposed to be "Good night, ladies!"
Others of the nine were cows that lost calves this past winter. Most the time, they don't get another chance. (I always find that kind of sad, but sentiment shouldn't enter sound business decisions, I suppose.)
Once at the sale barn, Randy pulled into the unloading area, and the sale barn workers shut the gate behind him.
Perspective is a wonderful thing.