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| We are on our way to Kuroki when Scott spots a calf unmoving and so we pull over. |
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| Scott walks out there, hollering repeatedly; the other cattle head for the feeders, and this little guy pokes its head up to see what's happening. |
We are joining friends and family for supper in Kuroki. From our moving vehicle I snap these photos at the edge of the little town (or I guess it's a hamlet):
I have a bottle of red wine tucked into my bag, and Scott wants to take some beer, so we stop at the Kuroki bar to buy some:
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| A Spanish-style villa on mainstreet Kuroki, Saskatchewan |
