Crowds and noise aren't Henry's thing, so we skipped the big party on Parliament Hill and went to the Agriculture Museum, a.k.a. Experimental Farm, instead. The weather was a bit chilly, but we still had a good time. Strangely enough, this was the third weekend in a row that H. and I took a ride on a horse-drawn wagon. I guess it's a popular summer activity in Ottawa. Henry will happily approach the Clydesdales and stroke them on the nose, but he won't even enter the barn with the milk cows at the farm. He's even a little afraid of the baby calves.
Doesn't he look like he would fit right in on his great-grandparents' homestead in Saskatchewan? What an iconic young Canadian (we'll set aside his Dixie birth for the moment, along with the whole "fear of farm animals" issue)!
Yes, I did dress him up like this deliberately.
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