Cows

During out last visit with ODD’s parents we took a little trip out to the pasture to see their new cow.  They still couldn’t get close enough to tell if it was a boy or girl and we couldn’t tell either.  We had fun wandering around, though.

Peanut held Grandpa’s hand most of the time and Wingnut ran around pointing at the cows.  I think ODD’s dad really loved showing off the cows to his grandkids.  They loved it, too.

The baby cow.  She kept running away when we got close.

While looking at the cows Peanut started talking to them a little.  At one point I actually snorted because I was trying so hard to keep from bursting out laughing when I overheard her very seriously saying to one, “Hi, cow!  Do you want to jump over the moon?”

After chasing the cows around a little we walked around the yard and Peanut pulled out her camera.  And used it to take pictures of some cow poop as we left the field.  This is only one of her pictures.  Apparently it was fascinating because she took quite a few pictures of different piles.

The next morning ODD and Wildman went out and got a good look at the cow.  It’s a girl!  Just what they wanted.  Then ODD pulled out his model airplane and flew it around the pasture.  The kids (including Wildgirl and Wildboy) and I went out as well and wandered around with him while Wildbound and ODD’s mom watched from the fence.  It was all fun and games until Wingnut face-planted into the cut down straw stubble.  His face, hands, and legs got pretty scraped up but after a few minutes he calmed down and started toddling around the field again.  Before I knew it he’d stepped both feet into a relatively fresh cow pie.  Much to his dismay I picked him up and carried him across the field so I could wash his shoes off at the pump.  He wanted to stay and dance in the yuck so he cried the whole way in protest.  Wildbound snapped this great photo of our little march.  Wingnut’s face cracks me up every time I look at it.