Look at that layer of hard fat on Clyde! Cliff and I have finally figured out how to get good beef: Butcher a calf by the time he's a year old (Clyde was ten months) and leave him sucking Mom's milk until we take him to the butcher shop. He never had anything but milk and grass except for a rare bite of sweet feed, and a few protein bars in the winter. Tomorrow they'll turn him into burger, roasts, and steaks, and by next Monday we'll bring him home. We found a cheap used deep freeze, so we won't be having to give any of that good meat away just to make room. I have, however, offered some of last year's ground beef to the grandson for a very reasonable price.
After checking out our beef, we went down to the Sni, where the water is touching the new bridge. The Sni Mini Mart folks are preparing for the worst in case the floodwaters threaten them.
Then we went to the Corp of Engineers park and watched the rising water of the Missouri River rush past.