No Good

I went on yet another carcass run today, this time with Geoff. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Katie was trapping birds. We were far more successful than Ryan and I had been earlier in the week, though many of the dairies we visited still seemed distinctly lacking in dead baby cows. There were some fairly grotesque looking bloated adult cows, expanded to balloonish proportions, in the piles. One had the words "No Good" and a sad face spray-painted on its side. I wasn't sure whether to laugh or grimace. Mostly I just breathed through my mouth.