Monday, August 13, 2012
Old McDonald Had A Farm...
And on his farm he had a cow...
Meet Annabelle. That’s the name I decided to give this friendly animal. We spotted her and her friends as we were headed toward a small town northeast of Kingston. My husband pulled over so I can take some photographs. This is something he does numerous times when we’re on country roads. I really love that about him.
When I got out of the car and walked towards the fence, she walked right up to me, obviously as curious about me as I was about her.
Isn’t she beautiful? And wonderfully sociable? Whenever I experience moments like this, I get the urge to sell our city house, buy a country home on a few acres of land and add some animals to it. Some chickens. A goat or two. Ducks. A horse. A pig. And an Annabelle, of course. Then I think of all the hard work required to take care of all these animals and tell myself “Are you out of your mind?” And the feeling goes away.
As I photographed Annabelle, I thought about my first farm visit when I was about 5 or 6 years old. It took place when I went on a field trip with my kindergarten class to a farm quite a distance from my city home in Montreal.
I remember being beside myself with excitement on the bus ride, and of us singing songs all the way there, including ‘Old McDonald Had a Farm’. Must’ve driven the bus driver nuts.
Part of our visit included walking through a barn to visit the animals, which I was really looking forward to. And you know what the most memorable thing about the whole experience was? The smell! The horrible smell. Not something I was used to as a city kid. I thought I was going to pass out. Or be sick. Still. It was fun.
So Annabelle took me back in time to my kindergarten years; a very special time.
When I got back in my car, my husband laughed as he said that people driving by would know I’m from the city because “only city people would think of pulling over to take photos of cows.” Indeed.