We had an official flied trip today. One of our church friends, Nancy, owns a farm up north of Longmont, and she invited my three year old's preschool class to come meet her horse, Noah. Sierra, Blake and I decided to tag along.
We were running a little late, so when we got there, they had already started. Nancy was in the pasture talking to the 3 and 4 year olds, and soon we all headed over to the stable for water and cookies as she told us a bit about horses. The kids were enthralled, even while her dog, Marbles, was trying to snatch the kids cookies.
Then Nancy brought Noah in. She introduced him, talked a little more about horses, shooed Marbles away, and then announced that the kids could each have a short ride on the horse. They each took their turn riding bareback, Nancy leading and one of the mom's walking close to the side. Some of the kids more unsure then the others, but they all wanted to try.
After that, their preschool teacher handed them each a carrot, and Nancy lead them over to Noah's pen where they fed him. Sierra was able to tell me confidently that he was a herbivore and a mammal (homeschooling, check).
Then came the unexpected fun of riding in the bed of her tractor. All of the kids wanted a ride, even Blake. He was scared stiff, but demanded a turn anyway.
Soon it was time to leave, and Blake thew a fit. He didn't want to go. It was a good trip.
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