We headed over last Saturday evening as a way to entertain the boys, but we ended up being the ones entertained.
We started with the hayride since it was late evening and we wanted to beat the dark.
The reason that last picture doesn't have all 4 of us in it is because Liam was in the middle of a small panic attack. He was not a huge fan of the hayride at all. Sitting on the hay in the wagon was fine, but as soon as the tractor roared to life and started pulling us he kind of freaked out. He was better when we stopped to feed the cows.
He seemed to enjoy the cows coming right up to us to beg for food - we even got a few giggles out of him, although he stayed firmly planted in Wes' arms. Noah enjoyed it too -"Oh, look at that cow! Ahh! There is a baby cow. Oh my gosh, look at all these cows!!" - but he was quite emphatic about the fact that he was NOT going to let the cows eat directly from his hand.
"I do not like their slobbery, slimy mouths!"
See, he sat from a safe distance and threw the treats over the side.
We managed to spot the bull in the herd. His massive size kind of gave him away. That, and the fact that he head-butted other cows out the way whenever he wanted to go somewhere. Everyone wanted to see him, and for some reason he spent a good deal of time over by us even after we ran out of cow treats. As I was petting him, I informed Wes it was probably because he sensed from me that I don't eat his kind. Wes kind of rolled his eyes at me and went back to trying to get Liam to release his death grip.
After the hayride, we took the boys over to where they keep some of the farm animals out for children to see/touch. I wish I had pictures of this experience but it was almost dark and my iPhone was not taking good pictures in the dusky light. This year, instead of having the goats in a pen, they were wandering around the area. Noah did not realize this until we were right up on them, and a small goat with horns came over to see if we had any food for him. Noah immediately froze with a panicked look on his face.
"That goat is coming at us!"
We tried to explain to him that the goats would not hurt him, but right about that time a little girl nearby started crying because the Mama pig had bitten at her through the fence, and Noah looked at us like we were trying to sell him oceanfront property in Arizona. (Meanwhile, Liam was walking in between Wes and I, clutching our hands for dear life.) We tried to take Noah around to see the other animals but the goats kept following us and he loudly cried, "I do not like goats!!"
Then poor Wes started lamenting about how his wife has an irrational fear of birds and now his son has an irrational fear of goats. Then we heard Noah scream, "Ahh! We're surrounded!!" Sure enough we were surrounded - by 3 goats.
"Noah they wont hurt you son."
"Yes, they will. They are going to charge us!"
"Noah, when have you ever been charged by a goat?!"
"In my dreams. I had a dream that a goat charged me."
At this point we gave up on the whole farm animal experience and ushered our two city boys back over to the playground. Wes and I could not stop laughing at how dramatically both of them reacted to the farm life experience. We spent the next 30 minutes looking at each other and saying We're surrounded! and then cracking up.
We finished the night by taking a spooky walk in the darkened pumpkin patch and then headed home. Both boys were tired, and almost asleep in the car, but caught a second wind when we got in the house. I captured the following series of pictures of Liam mounting an attack against his brother.
Yes he climbed up there all on his own, and yes, at this point Noah got a little upset and Wes had to peel Liam off his back.
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