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Monday, January 25, 2010

Good Ol Cow Hand

I took these pictures from my camera phone before Christmas, and just now remembered that I had them. How sad is that?



When my brother, sister-in-law, nephews, and niece came to visit us, we also spent some quality time with the livestock. Actually, two of the steers needed to go visit the neighbors farm (read: butcher) and the rest needed food. My nephew Hayden asked to go along because, well, he likes to be outside, and he likes to be with Grandpa. Madison asked to go because she adores Grandpa, Hayden, and her Uncle Kevin. So that meant I went too.



Madi loves to visit her cows. Yes, in her world, they are all her cows. They are just temporarily on loan to Grandpa.



She helped sort all the cows (read: stand behind the fence with Mommy and moo at them). Then we helped feed the cows.



Here are Hayden and Madison getting ready to throw hay into the stalls.



Had we let Madi do all the feeding, we would have been there all day. Granted, she cannot grab an entire bale of hay by herself. Not even a half a bale. Or a quarter. But she can grab a few morsels. And she did.


Come here baby cow! Come eat the hay!

After feeding, we had to stack hay to get ready for the next week. Madi supervised.



She makes a great supervisor, by the way.