Last weekend's farm trip was just what the doctor ordered. Arrived Friday night after an eventful drive up (lots of stops) and just hungout. Saturday was spent exploring, going for a wog, reading Real Simple on the front porch in a rocking chair, skeet shooting (just shooting the gun was an accomplishment for me; am I really from the south?), an amazing dinner of grilled lemon basil chicken and an array of delicious side dishes and the night was finished up with a "talent" (extreme emphasis on quotes) show (think the one in Dan in Real Life but more just people showing what weird things they can do - a skinny guy managed to look 6 months pregnant, bird calls, a "smell off", etc.) Sunday morning was blueberry pancakes and back home.
This is what I woke up to Saturday morning ...
And I just loved the baby calves!
I wanted to feed him but at first he wanted nothing to do with the blades of grass I shoved in his face
But then I guessed he sensed my sweet and loving spirit and decided it looked good afterall
Greedy! And despite assurances from the photographer/farm owner I still expected him to try and bite my hand
Then I got bored and just threw hay on the ground for him
We went on a tour of the farm in the back of a truck. I loved this working gas pump used for the tractors.
Driveway that leads back to the city ...
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