We spent the weekend at the farm, catching up with cousins and constantly being entertained by this little lady. She is a riot and got me so excited for one of my own. She's a little parrot repeating everything we say and she loves being outside. That's a good thing, because her mama is a farmer, and so she spends a lot of time riding in tractors and investigating the farm yard.
The boys demo'd this deck on Saturday in order to make room for the sandbox they built. Rory's comment, "last time I was here we shot guns. this time I am swinging a sledge hammer. we have to come here more often."
The new sandbox was a success...but only when her aunt and uncle built the sand castles. She'd tell them "again" or "more" but was leery of getting her own hands full of sticky sand.
Over at my Uncle Jake's farm, a calf was born. I actually heard the labor, but didn't know that was what was happening down there. A while later Uncle Jake told us this calf had just been born. I could have seen the birth! So close! (The black calf by the mama is the brand-new baby. The brown calf is another cow's but wanted to drink this mama's milk because it's so good the first day. The mama cow was not happy with the brown calf and was telling it through word and action to get lost.)
Rory was so happy to get to shoot a gun again. This time they shot clay pigeons and as it turns out, he's a really good shot.
2 comments:
Love the pics! It looks like a grand time!
Becca, fantastic pictures. It was great to see you this weekend. My blog is bleaguehak@blogspot.com
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