Today I accompanied Autumn on a field trip to a local farm. It’s hard to believe I have a kid who’s old enough to be going on field trips, but there we were. On a field trip to a farm.
It wasn’t the first time I chaperoned a group of youngsters on a field trip. When I was in high school my dad recruited me to join him on a class trip to Lansing and I held about as much authority with the middle schoolers back then as I did with the preschoolers today. Which is to say not much. Not much at all.
I took the camera with me, which was a good thing because I had something to do since my child was only mildly interested in spending time with me. The first of many times she will prefer the company of her friends over mine, I’m sure.
But enough of my whining. Let’s get to the farm.
After which we went on the hunt for some animals….
Becca, our friendly tour guide. Out of all the pictures I took today, this is the one of my favorites simply because I was sitting on my ass on a flatbed full of hay and she happened to turn her head at the exact moment I took the shot.
And last but not least, no trip to the farm would be complete without a barn cat. Since my last post indicated I’m not much of a cat lover, you can plainly see I was in the minority today. This cat was the first thing the children saw when they got off the bus and we had to literally tear them away to see the rest of the farm.
Trust me. There is a cat in there somewhere.