Written by Gary Wonning
Finally, one morning, I fed the last of what feed I had to the cattle and I had no idea what I was going to feed them that night. I didn’t say anything to dad, because I knew he was broke, and I didn’t want to worry him. I was hoping for a miracle.
Driving in the driveway after school I sensed an unusual calm. I hardly noticed, but there were no cattle near the barn, I assumed they were still out in the barren pasture.
I walked into the house, dad met me at the door and said,”You don’t have to milk tonight, I sold the cows.”
Shocked, I replied,”That’s good, I don’t have anything to feed them anyway.”
He looked at me kind of weird and never said anything.
Just like that, my farming days drew to a close.
His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.
He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.
He has published several books about his adventures.
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