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Kari Lynn Dell

Progressive Forage

Take my left knee, which sports a fist-sized bruise courtesy of one of our yearling bulls – who stood watching me cut the net wrap off the round bale Greg had lowered into their feeder with the tractor, then calmly turned around and kicked me. Luckily it was a glancing blow or I would be writing to you from the orthopedic ward.

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