Old MacDonald has a farm

Alastair loves farms and if we ask him what he wants to do he'll usually sign the word for "farm". So the other week on the way back from somewhere we stopped off at a farm to look at some cows in the field. Although he knows the signs for the animals he never uses them and prefers to make his own noises instead.

His cow noise is only identifiable to a select few and is like a gentle raspberry sound. At this point his deep love for cows took a turn for the worse.

He definitely wasn't ready for them jumping out of his inner world and approaching the gate and mooing as loudly as they did. I think they thought it was milking time.

And now I think Alastair has a bit of a complex, because whenever cows or beef is mentioned, he puts his hands over his ears and looks very distressed and then reminds us of this picture. Dear oh dear!
We did catch up with the farmer and he was happy to pretend to be Old MacDonald, though Gregor wasn't having any of it, and in the end we had to agree he was young MacDonald because he certainly didn't look old enough.

Even sitting on the tractor couldn't improve things while the cows were standing there ready to moo at any moment. Such bovine betrayal. Poor Alastair just sat there and refused to look in their direction.

Finally, he cheered up when he found another tractor with a trailer and hay bails.

And life was back to normal again. Just like in the story books....