Farm Field Trip

This week my granddaughter's kindergarten class had a field trip to a farm. Although I was unable to be there to enjoy the experience with her I was sent some awesome pictures of the trip. Pumpkins mother was able to chaperon on the trip and shared the fun with me.

Pumpkin holding a chick. What a cute little fluff ball. You would have thought all the little girls would want to hold a little baby chick.

That sure is a fluffy calf. At first I thought it was a pony. 

Now, look where Pumpkin has got her head. She sure is not afraid of animals. Must be because she has been around animals since she was a baby. 

Last but not least Pumpkin learned to milk a cow. She has one up on her grandma. I have never learned to milk a cow.  What do you think readers? Was that a nice field trip for kindergarten? Have you ever milked a cow?

Home Sweet Home

Just last week I had an unplanned trip home. Although it was not planned I was home to get some rest. Ha ha, not sure that happened. I was able to enjoy some time with my grandson Little Bug. I sure did enjoy time with my hubby. We took a trip to a local organic herb farm. I really wanted to buy everything in sight.
Enjoy the photos.

Little Bug cooking for grandma. Mmm, plastic vegetables yummy!

Little Bug took a family friend Little Froggie out to breakfast. Little Bug felt Plastic vegetables were not good enough for her. Lol.

The herb farm also specializes in miniature plants. They had all sorts of miniature displays.

 

 

 

Little Bug saying hello to the hens at the herb farm.

 

I hope you have a great weekend.

My Last Hen

Wordless Wednesday

I love raising laying hens. At one time I had over 40 hens and and a beautiful rooster. When we began to travel more often I decided to reduce my flock. We gave 30 hens to a local farmer and I had ten remaining. A few weeks after reducing my flock a possum got in the hen house. My rooster killed the possum and died defending his girls. A few days later a dog got in and killed all the remaining hens except a white hen I named  Pearl.

Pearl is a survivor. She has lived 2 years now since the flock was killed. I still enjoy her antics and she enjoys total free roaming on our farm.

Chicks we hatched in an incubator.

We keep them in the chicken run when we are not at home.

A little time out in the yard. When we are home to keep them safe.

Mr. Rooster!

Two days of eggs from my hens.

My last hen Pearl. Having breakfast with our cats.