Farm Visits Over the last year we have been privileged to visit a farm in the different seasons.
Walking the land
What a diverse place a farm is. As we walked past hedgerows blackbird, sparrows, chirped with excitement. The ground below us home to a myriad of insects. A kestrel hovered overhead, what had he seen running through the field? We entered a field, footpath running through the middle of the crop, towering maize meant for a while we were in a tunnel, a river of green running either side. The coarse leaves veined and ridged, the stalks straight rocking slightly in the breeze. The path took us to the farmyard where a tractor beckoned. We drove to the other side of the farm past curious cows, pushing their noses into our bags, to a field of waving grass.
“Looked at the back and saw the trailer I could see Mummy, but not the bales of the hay. Farmer drove the steering wheel because I was not allowed.” Daniel (age 3)
The children ran off, disappearing into the grass making hiding a breeze and, seeking not for the faint hearted.
At home the visit sparked an interest in tractors and trailers. Besides using the ones we had we made ones from:
- Cardboard boxes
- And even made a trailer for our trike