Simple Sunday

This morning, we went to our parish's Tridentine mass, the second time I've ever been, and the first time for the rest of my family.  While a firm believer in preserving the traditional values of the Catholic mass, I'm not really too keen on the Trid, mainly because my mind tends to wander far beyond the sacred mysteries present on the altar and my knees wail in agony.  However, despite my stubborn insistence polite preference to go to the Novus Ordo mass, I soon found myself kneeling, and kneeling, and kneeling.  Despite my silly stubbornness, it was a truly lovely mass and I'm glad I went.  Plus, during the closing hymn, the baby in the pew in front of me started "singing" in time to the music.  Melted my heart!  After mass, we went to visit the farm where we get eggs and such lovely things.  It was my first time accompanying my family there, and I was in for a lovely time.

Upon exiting the car, we were accosted by the shrieking sentinels of the barnyard--peacocks during mating season.  The males were strutting around, fanning their gorgeous plummage, and screeching at the top of their lungs.  Did you know that they rattle their tails?  I didn't know that until today, but they quiver all their feathers until they make a rattling noise.  Very lovely birds, but rather intimidating--I prefer to stay a good distance away from them.

Oh, and there were the MOST adorable baby cows!  Love at first sight of their deep, velvety-brown eyes.  Last time the fam went to the farm, my dad tried to reach into the pen to pet them, but lost his balance, discovering first hand just how electric the fence really is.  ;)

As I was crooning over Jersey calves, my lovely sister was getting all touchy feeling with a goat.  This here goat would not let her stop scratching between his horns.  She wanted to go pet a pretty little white goat with a pink collar, but this guy wouldn't tolerate any infidelity to his horns.

Next to the goat pen, was a little flock of not-your-average-ButterBalls.  Two quintessential Thanksgiving staples were stalking around in the shade, each competing for the prize of most impressive tail spread.  My brother, braver than I, got a close up view of them.  I was a bit put off by a terrifying "thud" sound that they made occasionally.  If you can't already tell, I'm a bit wary of huge birds making intimidating noises.  Hehe...

Once home, after a glorious day in the sunshine, surrounded by cute, scary, funny farm animals, we set about making some good old fashioned home made ice cream.  Perfectly creamy, soft, and really really rich, we topped it off with chocolate chip cookie crumbles.  Unfortunately, I ate it too fast to remember to take a picture.  So here's one of me holding a peacock feather. ;)

I hope you all had a lovely Sunday as well!  Let me know in the comments what you were up to.  :)