Diary Found on a Farm

December 7 Dear Diary, The orange-pink sun arose this cold and misty morning, while the frost encrusted grass crunched beneath my feet. I headed toward the barn among little puffs of steam that my own breath made in the crisp, winter air. I had put an extra sweatshirt on underneath my coat, but I still shivered. I pulled my hat down over my ears. I would hurry with my chores this morning! Feeding the calves is my responsibility. I scoop the special powdered milk into buckets, mix it with...