Oh the farm life. There is something so appealing about it isn't there? Or maybe that is always true about a life other then the one you are leading. You know, the grass being greener and all that. I've dreamed of living on a farm, or at least in the country, with some chickens, a few goats and honey bees since I was a little girl. I'm adding a cow to my list of dream-farm animals. I got to go with Oliver's class to a dairy farm this week and it fueled my want for country living. Oliver got to milk a cow which was a highlight for him and I got to tromp around in boots and listen to the spring breeze rustling the leaves of the giant oaks stretching out over the barn. We learned that while all dairy cows in BC (or Canada? i forget now) are given a number, most are also still given a name. I loved that! The kids all got to milk Rita which I thought was a particularly great name for a cow.