It never fails. When I don’t change out of my good clothes, my Farmer needs my help, and it’s usually guaranteed to be messy. The other day, I came home from town just as it was feeding time. I changed into my muck boots and figuring since I would just be driving the tractor, I didn’t need to take the time to change my pants and shirt. Since I’d have my outer pants and coat on, I’d be just fine. We fed the cows and all was good, I was still clean, then my Farmer stated that he had been watching a heifer in labor for a couple of hours…