Just before Halloween we went to a local farm to enjoy a little fall festival action. The kids had a great time. They had a petting...area...where they had chickens, ducks, geese, pigglets, a turkey, a rabbit, several goats, a pony and a couple of dogs. The kids could NOT have had more fun. They chased around and picked up all the birds and were just generally abusing the heck out of those poor animals.
Sabrina was especially tickled that she could capture and pick up some of the birds all by herself.Of course, some of us were just left holding a bunny and being stared at critically by a turkey. Such is life.
They had pony/horse rides. None of our kids wanted to ride the pony. The specific request was to ride the big horse. So that's what they did. They all had a great time. I mean...just look at that smile on Caleb's face:
Or Sabrina's smile:
Or Gavin:
They each got to ride twice and LOVED it. They were even being nice to each other as we had them pose for a photograph.
I, unfortunately, was not behind the camera most of the time. Marci is the one responsible for nearly breaking the camera by taking pictures with me in them.
But, she also captured this absolutely precious shot of Sabrina after she got her face painted with butterflies.
Gavin got his face painted with "lightning bolts" and this is his "fierce" face. Intimidating!
Then, it was hay-ride time to go pick out some pumpkins. There isn't a photo of it, but I totally took a dive as I was stepping off the wagon. Good times. The driver of the wagon let our kids sit in the driver's seat (a totally awesome setup of a car seat bolted to the wagon) and even let them control the reins a bit. He was a very nice man that you could tell had spent his life as a farmer.
Just in case anyone didn't believe me about "breaking the camera":
Gavin showing both his love for and skill with horses:
And there they are, the best looking of our family at the end of a fun afternoon of doing totally pretend farming activities. It was a good day.















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