Viewing of the Lambs

This morning Will had to go in to work, so March being lambing season and all (you'd think I was raised on a farm, wouldn't you?), I took Logan and Shay to A-Z Farm to see lots of lambs and pregnant sheep. They were all in a large pen in a barn along with a few baby goats, pigs, rabbits and chicks, and there were several farmhands holding the baby animals so the kids could pet them.

It was crowded. REALLY crowded. But because this is Wisconsin, people were all very polite about being shuffled and jostled about ("Oh, excuse me." "No, that's all right." "No, excuse me."). Logan was quite taken with the sheep, although he startled with the sheep baa-ed right in his face, and then he had his picture professionally taken holding a baby lamb—while wearing his boots and overalls, no less. SO cute. I will post it as soon as it's mailed to us.

We petted baby lambs, chicks, goats and a full-size rabbit, then went into another area of the barn where people were demonstrating how to spin wool on various looms. Logan had a heart painted on his face at the face-painting station, and then was entranced by the man using a spinning wheel—I herded him out of the room about three times, and each time he said, "I want to go back in." Since I am nothing if not accommodating, we maneuvered our way back in—did I mention three times?—and he stood there just staring at the spinning wheel. After finally announcing, "I'm done with this," we went back to look at the lambs again and he proceeded to pitch handfuls of hay from the floor into the lamb pen "because I wanna give them something to eat."

Just as we were leaving, a big "ahh" rose from the crowd, and we hurried back to try and see a lamb actually being born, but the big event was taking place too far away from where we were standing. So we didn't get to see that, but we had a very nice morning nonetheless. Oh, and Shay just hung out quietly in the sling and was the recipient of several exclamations of, "Oh, look at her! Look at those blue eyes!" Meanwhile I stood there all bursting with pride.

Man, do I love my children.