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| Every morning without fail, I open the feed bin, turn for the bucket, turn back and I will find Teddy head first in the grain. I usually take the scoop and fill the feed bucket working around old Teddy. |
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| I just don't have the heart to close the gate on him. It's as if the grain in the bin taste so much better than the hay in the feed dishes. |
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| I fill the buckets for the others and he's still going at it! I save some for him and put his portion in the trough. Once that's done he takes his focus and locks it right onto the new grain that has been poured, as if that's even better He is so predictable this guy. |
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| I got this shot of Teddy and it just sums him up...munching away with not a care in the world. Only Teddy, you gotta love him! |
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