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The farm was fresh with new babies and little preschoolers. I was so thrilled to go with Greta and Jack and her class on their first school field trip. The class was so good. I just couldn't get over how sweet they all were to one another and how well they minded. They walked in a line behind Mrs. Cowden like little ducklings.
Deanna Rose is one of my very favorite places. It is a treat to go and share the farm with my kids. I love the fresh air and farm noises. The cows were going crazy - like, milk me, already! Greta loved seeing the dairy cow get milked. She said, they put a hat on his horns and the milk came out into the bucket. It was vanilla.
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