Ferndale is kind of like home because you can walk the whole town and never feel lost or scared. Baby Bug and I walked up and down just about every street. We looked at trees and streams and even the town cemetary. We marveled at how moss grows on everything. When we got bored of that, we ventured out of town (three blocks over) and looked at some cows and a horse.

Baby Bug has never seen a cow or a horse before. We read about them in her books all the time. I point at the cow and say “mooooooo” and sometimes she says “ooooooouuuu” back at me. (She’s boycotting the letter “m”.) Seeing a real cow in the flesh was pretty exciting. Seeing a horse was even more exciting. Especially since the horse sauntered over to us as soon as he saw us paying attention to him by the fence.

I hate to admit it but I’m a city girl and this great big horsey thing that has giant teeth and blows snotty air at me is pretty frightening. I know horses are friendly and I could probably feed it some grass or pet it’s soft mane but I found myself backing up. I mean, what if it bit me or even worse jumped over the fence and kicked me! Horses can smell fear can’t they?

Baby Bug wasn’t afraid at all. She thought the horse was a dog so she barked at it.

Silly Bug.