On Monday, Rudy finally got to see where all that ground beef he's been eating comes from. No, I didn't take him to the butchers. Even better-I took him to the cow fields close to my parents' home. There he was mesmerized by the bellowing moos of cows and bulls alike. He saw little calves and a rooster too. It was fun to walk down the dirt roads bordering the fields and just enjoy the country atmosphere.
A young bull
Rudy was so serious and studious as he checked out the cows.
Rudy reached up and stole my glasses. He managed to get them on his face pretty well, though upside down. :)
We took a picture of this 'cause one of Rudy's nick names is Bubba, and he's getting so big. (Although I sorta hope he'll have outgrown the Bubba nick name by the time he's big enough to own a trailer company.) :)
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