Brown Chicken Brown Cow

Our friends have a beef farm that we visit throughout the year, especially in the spring. Last year we were a little late and the baby chickens were pretty ugly. This year we made it early enough to see the cute little chicks. The kids are all over them and trying to catch them. A few get the feeling of flight before hitting the bottom of their temporary home.

After watching them eat we headed to the pasture to check out the Holstein calf who came from Krista's parent's farm when they needed a new momma to adopt a calf in leiu of her calf who had the misfortune of being delivered on one of the coldest days of winter. You'd never be able to tell they didn't belong together if it wasn't for a black and white calf feeding off of a brown cow. 

The calf was hiding so the kids lined up on the fence mooing their butts off to call the cattle closer.

Adelynn, Cheyann, Zoey (big Adelynn), Seth and Josh. (Sam was at hockey).

My whole family loves going to the farm. Howard told me we needed one and I agreed. Being covered in manure isn't that bad and the smell is just another smell. If it wasn't so hard to start up a farm from square one, we would, in a heartbeat.