The Littlest Cattleman

As good as Bert was about our outing to the maple sugaring demonstration, it wasn't the thing he loved best about that weekend. So what has he been talking about for the past week?

Cows.
Popper.
Hay.
Barn.

In any order. Randomly and frequently. And all he wants to do is, in his words, "play farm." Every morning he drags out his cardboard farm we drew several weeks ago (and keep adding to) along with all his little farm animals and his tractor.

All that because if you take a little calf like this,



and your Popper brings it this close,

it makes quite an impression. (Though I do think Bert was a little wary off those crazy eyes.)

And then to have some big cows eat hay right from your little hand, well, that is just the icing on the cake.

Popper is just luring him in early. Keith will tell you a morning in the barn isn't as fun when you are one of the big boys and it involves making bulls into steers.