Aaron’s aunt and uncle have a farm… kind of. Not a real farm, but they have acres of land, dogs, chickens, goats, cows, and up until recently horses. They have a barn and a chicken coop. They have a playground area and lots of fun stuff to explore and places to roam.
Our family reunion takes place about 5 minutes from the Steen farm but this year we came a bit early and spent the first evening at on the farm. As soon as my children ran out of the van Lydia ran straight to big black lab named Smeigel and gave him a big hug. He was excited for the attention.
The Steen’s grandson, Josiah, is only weeks older than John and they became fast friends. They roamed the land together finding sticks, chasing each other and climbing dirt “hills.” At one point in time I look over, John has a huge stick, has cornered 3 chickens and waving his stick in a deep voice yells, “COCK-A-DOODLE-DO!!!!” The chickens proceeded to rush at him and John turned around and ran for his life yelling, “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” It was one of the funniest things I’ve seen.
It was time to go and it was late at night. The kids walked out of the house and John immediately didn’t like the “angry sounds.” They had to take him back inside and explain that those sounds were crickets and cicadas happily singing in harmony. Apparently he doesn’t remember ever hearing them before.
* This is not a finished post, but I wanted to kept what I had. *