Today was Farm Day.
I don’t live on a farm.
Since we happen to live in the heart of Dairyland, you would think it would not be difficult to find a farm. Oh, sure, we have farm friends, but I was looking for the whole Old MacDonalds schtick. You know, cows, horses, ducks, geese, sheep, goats, pigs. Fortunately, after some serious googling, yahoo-ing, bing-ing and some scurries down some rabbit holes, I was able to find the perfect place for Farm Day.
Hinchleys Dairy Farm Tours.
(About that dairyland comment. Sorry, California. You may get more milk per cow, but WE have more cows to milk.
You do, however, have very cute commercials.)
I will do a more thorough follow up later, but as we are still in the throes of Camp, I will just post some pics to give you a flavor of the day……
"Think the rain'll hurt the rhubarb?"
"What are you lookin' at?"
I found out later that Cooper was trying to squirt me. Cute.
This is the face of success...
This is as close as Sophie would get. She volunteered Grampy.
"What are you lookin' at?" (like mother, like daughter)
Yes, she IS sucking Cooper's thumb.
Sophie was unwilling to give up her thumb. The bunny was a good substitute.
- Cooper had a mission, and a pail.
No animal was left unfed...
Everyone else had moved on to the chicken, Coop.
Grampy's nemesis. The geese were on high alert.
Honestly, Cooper would have held every animal if Farmer Tina would have let him.
Sophie was content chasing ducks and finding their eggs. Cause or effect?
Ready for the hay ride.
Big wheels by the big wheel
Who's kidding who? The real excitement on the farm? Dozens of cats...
A final scrub with soapy water....
and then a picnic lunch in a shady spot by the barn.
Farmer Tina let us pick raspberries for dessert.
If you measure happiness by raspberry stains....Farm Day was a success.
I put this guy in because I thought he looked dandy. No other reason. Just dandy.