Today we went on a tour of a working farm. They had lots of animals and many acres of crop land. The boys and I are definitely city folk! It was pitiful.
We started in the cow barn where the boys convinced me to let a newborn calf suck on my finger. After capturing it on film, I immediately ran to the hand sanitizer. We then went to see the milking cows. The boys and I were plastered to the wall to stay as far as we could from the far-reaching cow tongues. Their drool was disgusting! None of us took advantage of the milking photo op.
At the goat pen, all of the children were given corn to feed the goats and sheep. Rather than hold their hands still and risk the animals licking their hands, my boys pelted the animals with the food. Their father would have been so proud.
When the tour was over, the farmer offered us a dozen eggs. I just could not bring myself to take them…it just did not seem right. I know that eggs start at the farm with the chicken and all, but I find it so much more comforting knowing that my eggs have travelled miles by truck, have been manhandled by a store stock boy and have been scanned by the store clerk.
We really enjoyed our visit to the farm. It made us appreciate what farmers do and realize that we are not meant to be farmers.
We started in the cow barn where the boys convinced me to let a newborn calf suck on my finger. After capturing it on film, I immediately ran to the hand sanitizer. We then went to see the milking cows. The boys and I were plastered to the wall to stay as far as we could from the far-reaching cow tongues. Their drool was disgusting! None of us took advantage of the milking photo op.
At the goat pen, all of the children were given corn to feed the goats and sheep. Rather than hold their hands still and risk the animals licking their hands, my boys pelted the animals with the food. Their father would have been so proud.
When the tour was over, the farmer offered us a dozen eggs. I just could not bring myself to take them…it just did not seem right. I know that eggs start at the farm with the chicken and all, but I find it so much more comforting knowing that my eggs have travelled miles by truck, have been manhandled by a store stock boy and have been scanned by the store clerk.
We really enjoyed our visit to the farm. It made us appreciate what farmers do and realize that we are not meant to be farmers.
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