|"What's that, Mags?"|
"C'mon, Ragnar! I'll show you! Just don't ask Mom what it is."
I mean ... really. We went a little closer but got temporarily side-tracked.
|"They smell soooooo good!"|
"Why don't you two go over and pose by the ..."
"DON'T SAY IT, MOM!"
..."HAY, you guys!"
|"HAY, Ragnar! Get it?!?"|
"Ha roo roo roo! Mom made a funny joke! HAY, Maggie!?!"
"Do NOT laugh at her, Raggi! Not you, too! Sheesh, I can't even look."
I mean ... OLDEST joke in all of Kansas. Am I right here?
Anyway, we posed beside the bale of HAY to humor our mom:
|"Everybody say 'Hay from Kansas!'"|
"I don't think so. Oooh, there's that breeze again!"
The breeze (well, OK, more like 35 mph winds) kept blowing the cow aroma our way. Heav-en-ly!!! Here's a great shot of Raggi checking them out:
It was a great adventure this morning! New territory and cows! What more could anyone want?!? Oh. And hay. From Kansas. (OK, it's kind of funny. Lame, but kind of funny.)