Big animals
We took Nathaniel to the Gloucester County 4-H Fair on Sunday morning (before it got too busy or too hot). It was his first visit with large creatures like cows, horses and such.
He seemed a little interested in the bunny rabbits and slighly impressed with the cows. Then we went to see some horses, and a LARGE horse whinnied loudly about a foot away from Nathaniel ... and Nathaniel definitely took notice. He wasn't scared. He was a little more shocked at the sound and how loud it was, then he stared, wide-eyed, at the horse for a little while longer wondering if he'd do it again.
We moved along to the goats and pigs area, where Nathaniel found something more to his likeing: A pair of fuzzy little three-week-old goats. The goats wanted to see Nathaniel (they stuck their heads out of the pen) and Nathaniel wanted a closer look at them (he longingly reached out to rub their fuzzy heads).
We figured touching the goats wasn't the best idea for our little guy and his habit of putting his hands in his mouth all the time. But then the goats' keepers came along. A pair of youngsters maybe 3-years-old and 5-years-old. The younger boy saw Nathaniel trying to reach for the goat. He pleasantly and innocently said to us: "He can touch one if he wants."
I replied: "No, our little guy licks his hands too much."
The young boy, obviously not concerned with how that would impact the goat, told me: "That's OK."
I'm not sure he understood we were more worried about the goat making Nathaniel sick than about Nathaniel doing something to hurt the goat.
Ah, the innocence of kids.