The farm in Wisconsin

June 11, 2018
Menomonie, Wi

We made it to cousin Murphy's farm.

I'll bet you thought Murphy was a dog and not a cow.  Well, you are right😁😁😁  These guys don't have names ....something about appearing on the dinner table down the road a piece...like tonight's dinner.

I'm not sure why Momma didn't get a picture of Murphy with his golden coat of fur.  It certainly wasn't because he was moving too fast and flying in the wind.  I kept after him to get moving but....  I would zip by him and bump his back hip on my way encouraging him to let loose but he was too busy stamping out the scents that my cousin Ciar, the black lab, Aunt Janice's companion, was leaving as he lifted his leg around the farm.  

Momma did get a bit distracted taking shots of all the colorful, lush plant foliage.  Missy seems to have a green thumb

and Momma said she was sad that we were here so early in the growing season as we wouldn't be eating from her garden this year.

  It is still a work in progress.  Between the late cold and then all the rain, the garden is off to a later than normal start this year.  

This is a great place to work out any kinks from riding all day.  You can really stretch out with so much land.  They didn't let me go to the fields.  I had to stay close to the house. 

But I still had PLENTY of running room.  If I could have just gotten old stick in the mud Ciar or Murph to run with me.  Maybe another day?

I'm Chloe....

only 51/2 months old and I've slept in 8 states already.  Does that make me a rambling traveler?  I don't think I qualify as  a 'seasoned' traveler yet.  

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