Due to foreseen circumstances, there will be no pictures of the kindergarten trip to the local dairy farm from my camera, however, I will gladly tell you about it and offer a picture of the cake we had last night. What do I mean "foreseen circumstances"? I'll tell you exactly what I mean :) I grew up in the country, downwind of a dairy barn. Do you know how much manure there is on a dairy farm? It's everywhere, and it splatters just like in the funny shots in the movies, except you don't get the full effect from a movie scene. . . for that you would need smell-o-vision. Given the potential for splattering incidents, no way my good camera was going along for the trip. Me and the kiddos? Easy-peasy. If Kate or I got splattered, we'd just come straight home and take a bath and change clothes. If James got splattered, then we'd bring him home for a clean-up and run him back to school, no problem. Not so sure my sweet little Nikon would care for a dip in the tub, though. What's the big deal?? Oh, I forgot, you might not have the mind of a beadmaker. Here's the deal: 1.The teacher took pictures, and 2. a beadmaker's camera is sacred in this day and age. Gotta be able to take macro pics of those glass goodies so you can post them online and show them off to everybody :)
So, how did all the kiddos like the dairy farm? They loved it! They were greeted by dancing "teenager" calves, calves old enough to be in a big pen but not old enough to be milkers yet. They saw that line of kids walking down the driveway and started prancing and leaping around the pen like the cow who jumped over the moon. Ever notice that about kids and animals? The young ones seem to instantly recognize kindred playful spirits, no matter what the species. Walking into the milking barn was entertaining for them-- right there in front is the enormous holding tank waiting for the milk truck. (For me, it was like stepping back in time, because that front room seemed just like what I remembered of the Isgrigg barn-- all you notice is that great big tank.) Well, Mrs. Beckemeyer led them into the milking parlor from there, and you should've seen them, all eagerly crowding up as close as possible to see everything. There were cries of delight when one of the cows let loose a poop and it plopped down into the center pit where the farmer works. The cries of delight were not repeated when a cow much closer to them peed and it splattered, though. See, I told you; splattering is a given in a dairy barn. After watching those cows get milked, and seeing the milk gather in the glass tank, they watched another glass tank fill as the milk was sent back into the front room to go into the storage tank (well, it might have another name since it's really a refrigerator). Then, they got to watch Mrs. Beckemeyer bottle feed a calf. The bottle for the calf holds about a gallon of milk. They all thought that was funny, and then their eyes were glued to that calf as she sucked down the whole thing. Oh, yeah, I almost forgot another splattering potential-- COWS SLOBBER. Let's just be clear about that. I won't write it the correct way, slaver, and I won't say "salive". Cows slobber. That's just all there is to it. I don't know if I'm disappointed for them or not, but none of the kiddos got to hold out their hand and get it licked by a slobbery-sandpaper cow tongue.
So, that was our excitement yesterday morning, and then last night we had a bakery cake "just because". Now, how exciting is that when you are a kid? A miniature birthday cake? When it's not anybody's birthday? Whoa! And it even had "James" and "Katie" written on it! What a great way to end a spring evening. First, we sat outside, coloring pictures and petting the cats and enjoying the cooler air before the rain. Then, we went inside for baths. Last, we sat at the table and enjoyed slices of cake and milk. Ahhhh, life is good :)