After our snack we went into the barn and listened to the farm lady talk about her dear animals. First, she talked about this darling little 8-day-old calf, Gabriella, who sucked on the lady's fingers the entire time. It's eyes were insanely large and rather frightening.
And next to this baby was the momma. The kids were so excited to see the big cow. They acted like it was a gift sent from the heavens: the fat, spotted creature with a fly-covered back.
|What a celebrity.|
|Explaining the life of a dairy cow|
... and I also really didn't expect to milk a cow within my first month in France.
But there I am– milking a cow. It was really strange and I kept thinking that I was hurting the cow. I imagine that the poor thing wasn't doing too well with twenty kids attempting to milk her. :P After our little tour of the animals, we went outside and saw that the cow-simulator guy was there. I wasn't sure what he did until he went over to the boy-cow and stuck a needle up its... well, you know, to get some stuff for reproduction. It was super gross, but the kids were intrigued. There was even a catalog to choose what kind of cow you want to have produced.
|"I'll have Cow #3 please."|
Then we watched the farm lady make some butter. It was surprisingly interesting and fun. You could say I've got a little farmer's instinct within me. :) There are five steps involved in making butter ( I forgot them) and all you need is cream. First the farm lady showed us the machine that separates the milk from the cream (the crème fraise :D).
|Can you guess which side is the milk and which side is the cream? ;)|
And then she dumped four buckets of cold water in it to clean out the butter juices. Here's her demonstration...
|Voilà!!! This farm fresh butter has a picture of a little cow on it :)|
|Me and the kiddos|
|Butter molding geniuses.|
The afternoon wasn't as much fun for me as the morning. We went on a big scavenger hunt around the property to look for different trees, leaves, bugs, plants, etc. However, it was a nice chance to meet some of the little ones. One girl sort of clung to my side and kept talking to me and asking questions the whole time. I was glad that most of them used the "tutoyer" (familiar version of the pronoun 'you') instead of the formal version that they use with teachers and strangers. The pastures were filled with really long grass so we all had to waddle around in boots. The best part was when we went into a pasture with some sheep grazing in it. The kids went insane. They had all brought dry bread with them to feed the sheep, but they all wanted to feed them at once. The poor lambs. I've never seen a sheep run before, but they can go pretty fast when trying to escape a mob of excited little kids.
|Run sheep, run!|
|The sheep fluff was soooo soft.|
|Up close and personal.|
This blog was very hard to write with inserting pictures, so I hope you all appreciate it :P My blog is like my public diary. I'm about to fall asleep over my keyboard so good night, dear diary. :)