The neighbor kids were playing baseball in the street, so I decided to join them. I always wear my helmet and bring a dog to look after me when I engage in street sports.
Zoe thought it was a little strange.
I never wear a helmet when feeding lorikeets ...
... or when testing my standing broad jump. SALMON BY 2012 OR BUST!
Because I didn't wear my helmet when jumping--or maybe because I still can't jump as far as a salmon--dad put me to work expanding highway 52 to three lanes.
I like it so much, I don't think of it as forced labor.
Time for the Zoe Violet Feldman pop quiz.
What do goats eat on the farm?
Time for the Zoe Violet Feldman hint.
That's right!
Corn!
Yes, you've seen this one before. Dad says it's too cute to show only once.
We needed to let some pumpkins rot on the front steps, so we headed out to PumpkinTown.
They have more than pumpkins, of course. For instance, there's mulch. I wonder ...
That's chewy!
Big sis thought her job was to organize everything.
ROGUE PUMPKIN!
She did this by herself, much to Mom's and Dad's amazement.
Good job, big sis.
Since it was one of the last warm days, dad took the opportunity to point his camera at the wrong things. These little guys are everywhere.
These guys too.
More of the same.
I guess this one is pretty cool.
Dad used the vintage f/2 macro for these.
It's pretty good, but I prefer modern lenses for closeup work.
Another leaf. Yep.
That's about it. Dad mercifully put all of these in one post, so the next one should have little if any filler.
Mom and Dad were feeling lazy, so they sent me to Whole Foods so they could watch the Olympic curling tryouts on TV.
The prepared food is a total scam here.
Decisions decisions. It's hard to get everything on their list and stay on budget. They gave me only $200. This is Whole Foods, after all.
I AM A CAN OF BEANS SO YOU CAN NOT SEE ME.
BACON!
Mom and Dad took Zoe and me to the most interesting farm I've ever seen.
Look! Instead of wheat and ponies and rainbows, this farm grows nothing but pumpkins!
Zoe--who was about 15 lb 8 oz and 25.5" tall--appreciated this unique farm as well.
This friendly BABY HORSE really liked my hay. She thought my hand was delicious too!
Zoe inherited dad's stoic cynicism--at least when it comes to this painted thing.
It pretty much wrecked her day.