Feeding the Cows

Just about every night, BB and I go outside and see the cows.   They come right over to the fence and he talks to them and points at them and it's about my favorite part of the day.

Now that he's walking so darn well, we've strapped some shoes on him and let him go to check his cows without the stroller.  For the past couple of nights, his dad took him out into the pasture and showed him how to scatter cake (small cubes of feed for you non-cattle folk) for the cows.

BB eats it up.  Watching every move his dad makes and seemingly in awe of the cows.

Well, last night The Boy from Texas had to work late, so BB and I were on our own for chores.  I got his shoes on and we headed to the garage to get the cake.  

As soon as he saw me pour it into the bucket, he grabbed a cube for each hand and took off running out the garage towards the pasture...

He walked himself all the way to the pasture (stopping several times to inspect rocks, dirt, and a frog along the way)...

When we got to the gate, he mixed the cake around in the bucket to be sure the cows were paying attention...

And then, just like his dad taught him, he threw the cake right to the cows...

And I could not have been one dang bit prouder of my husband or my kid.  A couple days worth of lessons and he's already got feeding cows down.  We're working hard to raise a stockman over here, and based on what I saw last night, I'd say we're succeeding.

Well, almost succeeding.  After we threw all the cubes to the cows, I turned around find this.  He had hidden a few cubes to taste for himself.  

I suppose there are still lessons to learn.