Nothing says Christmas like baby cows, right?
For years on our way to my parents' home in Pennsylvania, we've passed a large family farm and dairy store. We always say, "We should stop there this time." We never did, until today. With our minivan packed to maximum occupancy, we took a drive to Hillside Farms.
Ice cream was the focus of the trip. We didn't know we'd get a bonus closeup with a barnful of cows. There were chickens, alpacas, sheep, donkeys, goats and ponys, too. Believe it or not the cows were, to quote Maizie "way more better than the horses."
When we were kids, Wendy and I spent many weekends on our cousins' dairy farm. Mucking out cow crap and feeding sileage were some of my fondest memories. It was years later I realized our cousins who were so eager to show us how to do farm chores were suckering us into doing their work. It doesn't matter. To this day the smell of manure makes me nostalgic for those days.
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