As the week goes on it has become quite clear that my dear sister has both city kids and country kids.
The girls are very good at feeding the chickens, collecting eggs and rounding up the hens at the end of the day.
They use their country kid instincts to get the hens back in the pen
and they are very efficient.
We took the kids (and their parents)
to the county fair over the weekend
not for the Midway rides or the food …
Breed: American Swiss |
but to experience the animals
Breed: Holstein |
It was among the animals that we realized
we had at least one city kid in the mix.
this rough and tough boy
weakened in the midst of manure
as we chuckled at his
tip toe dance
around all suspicious muck and marks
Meanwhile, I walked through it all in my flip flops.
Cuz I’m a little bit country – and he’s a little bit rock ‘n roll.