Tomorrow.
I look up from my journal and follow Daisy's gaze out the window. The sun is just starting to set. The fields are empty as the last steer is gone the way of steers. Families will be happy at the dinner table as a result. A new batch of young stuff will be here in a month or so. Hopefully. the grass will be back by then and there won't be a need for much hay. It's been cold, but today is warm. Daisy needs a job to do. The armadillo family that lives in the woods back of the…