Spring has arrived at the farm. Magic is in the air with the sun peaking over the butte’s and the newest additions playing a game of hide and seek between their 2000 pound mothers.
My little man had a big week-end. Not only did he get to ride in Grandpa’s new tractor with a special fold down seat just for him; he also saw the miracle of life. Now that he is three you can really see those little gears turning.
Baby Moo’s from the eye’s of a toddler……
Feeding the “girls” is one of my favorite morning activities. You get to ride tractors, and four-wheelers while some hairy four legged ladies wait enthusiastically at the gate for a new hay bale. My little eye’s grew wide as we came around the hay feeder and there was a mommy moo birthing her calf. Now being three I now know everything (just ask me at dinner when mom tries to feed me vegtables, those are yucky!) so I knew right away what was happening. I’ve seen all the fat cows and understand that they have babies in their tummies. I have helped feed baby moo’s when they are ready to eat but they are being bad and not eating their breakfast from their mom’s. I told Grandpa that sometimes they won’t eat because the mommy isn’t giving them chocolate milk. This was the first time I got to see how the baby moo get’s out of the tummy. So the mommy went poop and then there was a baby moo. How cool was that. I will proceed to tell everyone I see the next week that the mommy moo needed to poop out the baby moo. I will even use sound effects to make sure that people get the point. Gosh, do you know how many adults don’t know how baby moo’s come to the farm.
I for one am looking forward to hearing more from the eye’s of my toddler about the adventures of the farm !
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