It Was Fun Until the Rooster Came Along

We went with friends to a nearby farm that operate year-round and has tons of pick-your-own crops. We went for the raspberries, of course. Most of them were eaten in the field, we took a half-pint home with us even though we picked for a long time. I made them charge me for a full pound because there is no telling how much we actually picked.
The boys had a great time in the field, on the play and real tractors and we made out really well in the farm store, which happens to have exceptional apple cider doughnuts.
(I couldn't resist including this picture of my favorite renegade.)


It was one of those doughnuts, held in Callum's hand, that attracted the extremely domesticated rooster living on the grounds. While Mama was chatting away about who knows what, the old rooster just walked right up to Callum and grabbed the doughnut out of his hand. And, not only that, he proceeding to hang around and terrorize the kids who were all crying. The adults were all trying not to laugh. We ended up waiting to eat the remaining doughnuts in the car on the way home because it was the only place Callum felt safe! For a kid afraid to pet dogs, this was pretty scary. We've been playing 'Callum is the rooster' and 'Papa is holding a doughnut' all weekend since it happened, so he's clearly trying to figure it all out. Darn rooster.