So we decided, that’s it, we’ve had enough of city living, being squished in our apartment, no backyard, nowhere to go– lets do it, move to the country! Well, not the country, Collingwood, to the Children’s Farm, and not like forever, just for a morning y’all.
The children’s farm was GREAT, and the one thing we’ve done so far where enjoyment levels from both parents and child were on par. Austin LOVED the chickens (and the goats and the pigs), and we loved seeing him love it. The air smelt like fresh bacon (thank-you The Farm Café), perhaps the only place you can view the pigs and smell the pigs (cooking) at the same time. Not for everyone. But hey, we are big bacon fans, so a PLUS for us.
There was so much to see here, and heaps of open spaces, green grass and animals roaming around. FUN. You cannot get this at the zoo or the aquarium. This felt less manufactured, and more real. A slice of country livin’ in the middle of the city.
And there must have been something in that country air because every other family was with one child and one on the way. Bump central. I felt a bit out of vogue actually but we were there to animal watch not bump watch, so all good.
Austin is going to be a BIG animal fan judging by his excitement levels at this young age. Apart from the almost panic attack I had when seeing the 'beware of snakes' sign, the children’s farm was a huge hit and we’ll definitely be back again.