I love that this picture could have been taken this week or fifty years ago. The kids loved watching all those cows and all that milk. And didn’t even mind the smell of 150 cows.
This is the cow-dog, who Nate loved even more than the cows. Yes! This dog that happily lapped up spilled, unpasteurized milk and sits in cow droppings was the best thing Nate could think to cuddle with. And he did! Even better news…the dog didn’t bit his head off!
Did I mention our love for the sweet Children’s Farmstead that featured ACRES of FREE KID FUN? With beautiful botanical gardens! Love!
Here’s Nate, our little country boy having a great time picking the rare roses. I guess that the Midwestern kids that usually visit this place must have a better feel for when not to pick rare roses.
Do you know which kid this is? I love this picture because it looks like all four of the kids rolled into one. Of course I won’t be loving that resemblance when I’m trying to sort pictures decades from now and I can’t tell the kids apart.
And we fed goats! With bottles! Yes, the goats were really hostile about it (apparently they don’t respect the free milk like we respected the free admission to their farmland). Here’s the (relatively) docile goat that Elisabeth found to nurse.
Catie handled the hostile kids like one tough farm kid. Even when they tried to knock her over.
We finally got to try out one of those red barns for ourselves. Now to explain to the kids that most barns don’t come equipped with jungle gyms and giant slides.
Really, Nate is a farm natural. If farming is all about looking cool on hanging out on fences. And picking rare flowers.
