I have been on several field trips, as a kid, as a YMCA counselor and as a teacher. A few years ago I started going as a parent; I always go on the field trips with the kids. Maizie always has a bit of indifference about everything that has to do with school, but Teddy is a completely different animal and Stella is somewhere in the middle.
He started talking about the trip as soon as I put it on the calendar, counting the days. He got off the ice Wednesday after hockey took off his helmet and said to me, “Field trip tomorrow!” I didn’t think he was going to sleep. He was up early.
He made sure we sat together on the bus, along with his new girl pal “B”. I took a picture of Teddy and I and I was uploading it to Instagram when Teddy started telling B about my blog. She was asking me the address, and is it dot com or dot net; I told her if she did a Google search it would pop right up. She was cracking me up.
We get to Pezza Farm and we feed the animals first. They (the animals) knew it was coming so they started hooting and hollering for their food and the goats and sheep were standing on the fence. The miniature horses were calmer, since they could reach over the fence.
|Teddy’s wearing her|
|The horse’s head doesn’t look that miniature in this picture|
Around the corner is the chickens, lots of chickens and that means chicken shit everywhere. When you walk you feel like you’re going to step on them and then of course there’s some kids yelling about being chased by a chicken or “it’s trying to eat me”. I thought the piglets were the cutest.
|He is so cute|
|Here piggy, piggy, piggy|
Onto the hayride, we all pile in and the tractor fires up. The kids get a bag of popcorn and we are off through the woods. They have some very tame decorations in the woods. When we drove past the skeleton on the ground, B shouted, “You SO have to put this in your blog.” I just looked at her, and thought she’s quite a pip.
We get to the cow pasture and this is where the slime happens. The kids get pieces of corn cobs and they get to feed the cows and a few horses. The cow’s tongues are repulsive. They get all over your hand, they have absolutely no tact. Come to think of it, the screaming wagon full of kids didn’t have much tact either.
Teddy kept dropping the corn and they poor cows (with their eyes on the sides of their heads) couldn’t get the tasty treats they were waiting for. So I did what I think he might have known what was coming as soon as I took his arm. I put the corn in it and held it out of the wagon and let the cow eat it from his hand. He did squeal a bit, but then said it was cool.
|This cow’s name is Bashful|
|After Teddy finally fed one of them|
We’re off to pick pumpkins. Some of them, goodness, you would think it was a life or death decision. All the pumpkins are the same size and shape (kudos to the farm). Finally the hardest decisions of the day were made and the names were put on the pumpkins; load ‘em up.
It’s time to for the class picture and to head back to school (heaven forbid Teddy miss lunch). I must say, the ride back way much quieter than the way there. Teddy had a fantastic time (I did as well).
Thank you Pezza Farm, excellent field trip as always!