While we were at Southern Belle Farms this past Sunday, a calf was born. We were able to see the calf with its mother at 3 hours old. Although it had not yet mastered standing, the calf was surprisingly big. I was amazed the mother was still standing. That is, until I saw her udders. I felt for her. I think it would have been impossible for her to lay down. Finnan was very taken with the cow and calf. Asking what the mother was eating (err...the placenta) and what the farmer was doing (helping the calf nurse).
Finnan: What is on her back (really her behind)?
Me: That's blood. She just had her baby.
Finnan: She got hurt?
Me: No, she didn't get hurt, but when you have a baby, sometimes there is blood.
Finnan: Did you have blood?
Me: [Silent Smirk]
Atticus: A little. Just a little bit, but she did not get hurt.
Below are some more pictures from our day. The best way to describe Southern Belle Farm is an entertainment farm. It is a working farm, but it seems like only for fun crops- pick your own fruits, pumpkins, flowers. They also had an array of animals, but they seemed to be for petting and feeding. They had a corn maze, hay ride, giant pillow jump thing, corn pit, corn cannons, pumpkin cannons, pedal powered go-carts, pig racing...you get the idea. This year Finnan's favorite part was their little playground where they had a child-sized pedal-powered tractor. He could not get enough of acting like a farmer. He kept getting off of his tractor, putting his hand over his eyes (as if shielding the sun) and gazing around, occasionally waving. I guess farmers do this in his world?
|Finnan's beloved toy tractor.|
|A try at the real thing.|
|Waiting for the pig races to start.|
|A highly coveted souvenir.|