I was fortunate enough to be born and raised on a farm. We had all the space we could ever desire to roam, play, and explore. As children, we spent countless hours four wheeling through the fields, playing in the river or in the corn field, riding the tractor with our dad, biking back the lane and playing around the barn. I have many great memories of the farm.
A few days before Kennedy was born, my parents moved off the farm and into a beautiful new house. We no longer have a field of cows behind the house or barn cats to play with. However, we are still lucky enough to have some "farm connections". The other day, Kennedy got to go with Grandma and Grandpa to see a barn full of new baby chicks. 29 000 baby chicks in one barn. And yes, she said woof woof when she saw them.
Here she is petting one with Grandpa:
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