My dad

My dad is 6 foot 2 inches, thin and has green eyes. My dad is a grain farmer and he works for spearing. He hauls oil for spearing for 7 days then he gets 3 days off then he works 7 days then he gets 4 days off. He hauls oil to Cromer oil field .He was a cattle and a grain farmer but then he sold the cows. This year he is going to grow canola, sunflowers, oats, corn and peas. This year we bought a bigger seeder from a place by Brandon and sold are old smaller seeder to someone they just have to fill out the paperwork. Then we can seed are land and then do some of my uncles Randy’s field so we doesn’t fall behind with seeding.

My dad watches me play AAA Summer hockey with the Brandon Bulldogs when he isn’t working. My Dad watches Vancouver Canucks play hockey with me all the time when he isn’t working. We think that they will beat the Chicago Black Hawks as long as Loungo keeps them in it and advance to the finals against ether Detroit Redwing or Anaheim.

My dad sometimes comes hunting golfers with me and my brother and sometimes he shot at the occasional badger that we see but they never die they get in there hole to fast so then they keep make holes that are annoying when you drive over them or when you are seeding. Then they wreck the crops by digging them up and when you go by the hole a whole bunch of dirt gets in the header of the combine then my dad has to clean it off which takes him longer to get done the field then he gets mad when he has to do it a lot.

My dad likes to run and stay active. He has to be careful that he doesn’t jump from to big of height so he doesn’t hurt his back more than what it is right now. It was hard for him at the beginning because he always jumped out of the semi because there was 2 steps and they were close to the ground so he just jumped.

My dad and me put up this thing to let the chickens eat the grass outside. They had it gone in like a week or 2. So we just gave them grain. Then 1 day when he went to see if the chickens had laid any eggs bet when he got there the chickens weren’t there when he checked. They had got out and when we tried to get them but we couldn’t corner them so we let them go to be wild chickens. My dad said that we weren’t going to get any more chickens because they just escape and run away.

My dad and mom raised sheep but then coyotes started to kill them because we didn’t have an alpaca so they gave the remaining sheep to my grandma and she got a donkey so the sheep didn’t get killed.