It’s no surprise. For those of you who keep up with me, you know we would like more land one day. And while maybe the kids and I are the ones totally on board with this, we would also like some chickens, horses, a cow or two and a german shepherd. Easter brought us to our friend’s farm. A dairy farm complete with 62 cows – which I learned are what all females are called. The bulls reside somewhere else. The milk they produce actually goes to Land o Lakes to make butter. What was even more enjoyable was a calf getting loose and watching 5 men try to get her in the pen again. Or, maybe it was the guinea bird named Fred running amuck, being chased by the kids. I am not sure. But one thing is for sure, farms are magical to children. My son didn’t even think twice running in the barn between two lines of cows, that he could slip and fall into a pile of manure.