My kids woke up at about 7 this morning. It had been raining most of the night, and this morning was cool and misty.
'I've had a dream that I had a cow to ride', said Olivia to me as we passed on the stairs. 'Can I go find one?'
Sleepily, I nodded yes and remembered to ask them to put on their gumboots. I am still coming to terms with the amount of cow poo around here.
For over an hour those kids chased cows. At one point, Jim asked me if I realised that there was a bull in the paddock.
No, I wasn't aware. Quick check out the window to see if said bull was chasing my offspring, and then back to reading.
After they tired of the game (mainly, I believe, after Wil fell into a cow pat) another elaborate game began, this time involving making a cubby house in the shovel of the tractor in the barn. It lasted another hour at least.
Compare that to this afternoon. I let the kids watch an hour of television at midday. Bad move. They've spent the last two hours fighting and screaming at each other.
Anecdotal evidence, but I'll take it. Less manufactured entertainment and more falling into cow pats.
Vive the countryside.
