That a cow?

Not so long ago, Luke was obsessed with Thomas the Train.  Now, words cannot even begin to describe his passion for dinosaurs.  Currently he is hiding behind our piano bench playing with his new-to-him dinosaur stash that I picked up at Savers for $1.99 (people might have been frightened by my enthusiasm for finding those treasures).  He will run over to me and ask me what kind of dinosaur he has.  I will throw out some random name I heard in a movie (T-rex? Velcoraptur?).  He will then inform me that it is a Compsognathus.  I cannot pronounce this word, but my 2 year old can.  Thank you Netflix documentaries and Dino Dan.

And none of this has anything to do with cows.  Except for the fact that Luke has loved cows for years and unlike his love for trains and dinosaurs, his love for cows has never wavered.  

When Karen's dad's cow gave birth, I knew we had to take Luke to see the baby cow.  I was sure he would be over the moon about it.  Well surprise, surprise, but Luke wanted nothing to do with the cow.  Typical Luke.  I think, "Luke will love this delicious food I have made for him"  Luke hates it.  I think, "Luke will be terrible at this public sporting event," Luke is delightful at Austen's volleyball game.

Luckily there were more attractions than just the cow.  He was much more fond of riding the horse around.  He would shout "Yee Haw" as Karen took him on laps around the pasture.


The other activity he really enjoyed was chasing the chickens.  He kept pretending like he wanted to hold them (and lick them?) but then he would try and squish them.
Those poor poor chickens.  Luckily for them, Sadie and Ezra each adopted one of them.  They sang to them.  They carried them everywhere.  They took them down the slide.
And then as payment for the fun morning out, my eyes itched and burned and my ears and throat reminded me that I am allergic to nature.  And that is why I don't camp.  Or mow the lawn.