One of the worst parts of lockdown is not being able to see people and take the kids out to do all the things that we did. I have very fond memories of a childhood holiday on a farm. We got to go and get the eggs in the morning, from the double decker bus where the chickens were housed. I’m not sure why, maybe it was highly effective at keeping the foxes out, but four-year-old me didn’t care. I should also point out that this was the first and last summer holiday where we have worn snow suits. It was August in Wales, clearly, we should have known.
The illustrations were lovely and balanced the text out nicely so that there was enough for me as the reader and Tobes as the looker. Clearly the colour combination was enough to pull him in as he went straight in for a chew. He’s lucky that in the field behind his house there are horses and the farm down the round has cows and sheep, so he gets to see them in the flesh. For many children I’m assuming that this is as close as they get to farm animals at the moment. For us, a trip to the zoo/farm has rocketed up the wish list for when we can get back out into the world.
This was definitely a favourite and will be added to the re-read cycle, at least until we can get out and go and see this animals properly.
