Every day begins when the sun barely announces itself at the edge of the plains. Fifteen year old Andy Klindt is feeding the livestock. He scoops the different feed to alleviate whatever deficiency the two cows and three sheep have and tosses it into their troughs. The animals relax in their pens in the barn basement with fans blowing into their faces.
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