Per tradition, the girls (me, Pearl, my Mom, Emily, Ruby, and Anberlin) went to Baby Animal Days at the American West Heritage Center in Wellsville. I love Baby Animal Days! Mainly because it helps me remember that at one time I wanted to live on a farm.
And have a baby calf.
But my Dad said no. I'm not bitter or anything, even 18 years later, reminiscing about the time he told me I couldn't have a baby cow. {I had a pasture and hay all figured out} OK. I'm still bitter.
Please, Dad?! Look how cute he is!
Fine. How about a baby pig?
Or a goat? The goats were super cute and fun to watch! Especially the little brown ones with long ears. Or the white and gray ones that kept jumping on their mommas. They are just like little puppies... only they try to eat your clothes.
A donkey? They could come in handy.
But not a chicken. They kind of creep me out. OK, like a lot creep me out. Chickens are just freaky.
Soft bunny rabbit? Please?
Nope. Even baby chickens are creepy. I don't want a chicken.
And I hear from my Aunt Denise that "ducks suck." They had some from the Easter Bunny one year, and well, the experience was memorable to say the least.
I'm fairly certain this poor momma cow was in labor. She was HUGE! And sounded miserable. And if you watched closely, her stomach would contract and she'd stop breathing for a few seconds like she was having contractions. I'd really, really want to take her calf home with cute white and red markings on it.
Please, Dad?
He can't say no to a work horse or two, can he? I mean, they would come in super handy pulling things around the yard.
And as much as I'd take a horse, I'm not real keen on ponies. They're kind of pre-Madonnas and grumpy. But Pearl and Ruby sure love them!
Peacocks are cool. But they're loud.
A lamb? They're pretty cute and not nearly as smart as goats are.
Please, Dad! I promise I'll take care of it.
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