Both of my parents were raised on farms. Growing up I spent a good share of time on both of them. I adored them both. If you were to meet me on the street you would probably never guess that I like to wear dirty jeans and big boots and ride a 4-wheeler through pastures. Not all the time, mind you, as I like my high heels too. But there have been times in my life that I day dreamed about living in the country. On a farm. With cows and chickens and maybe a pig. This day dream normally occurs after I've been chased through the city by some gigantic tattooed man driving a minivan for accidentally cutting him off. But, alas... I don't really think farm life is for me. But I like to get a taste of it every now and again. And I like my son to as well.
Today we went visit a friend of my brother-in-law. And this is what we saw......(I can almost hear a resounding aaaawwwww though computer waves)