So I'm sure you've all been waiting with baited breath to learn the fate of Thor's testicles. Right? Right.
They're still there, but there's nothing in them. The band is still in place and the blood supply has long since dried up. Little Thor is now a steer. The bag will fall off eventually.
Gas prices as of Friday 3/11/11:
Lydia, caught in a sunbeam. Can't....move.....
Our steer calf, Nebuchadnezzar, has a bad habit of jumping the fence into the driveway area, where he promptly starts bellowing because he wants his mama back. We weren't sure where he was jumping until Don found this big hulking calf straddling said fence, hungrily nursing.
Some things can't wait, I guess.