Well hello there. I am in a silo.
So is little sis.
When we go to the farm, dad likes to put us in here because (1) it keeps us mostly out of trouble and (2) the light is really good.
It also lets little sis practice her raking skills.
That’s good raking, little sis.
If there were a sign right here that read “CHICKEN INSIDE,” that sign would be accurate.
These are the stairs that lead up to the long rope bridge. Dad loves coming up here with me.
No trip to the farm would be complete without feeding corn to some hungry goats.
Two hands are better than one.
That’s good goat-feeding, little sis.
This is Cookie.
She remembers me from last year, I think.
TETHERBALL!
Yep. Tetherball.
This is Penguin the cat. He usually hides from us …
… but today he let little sis pet him!
We tried to go to the farm last weekend, but they’re not open on Sundays.
That was sad.
They were open today, though, and some kid left this totally awesome bike that–much to everyone’s surprise–I pretty much knew how to ride.
I also took turns on the Human Centrifuge with this big kid …
… and of course there were the goats.
Zoe got to ride Cookie the pony.
She liked that a lot.
I got to ride Cookie too …
… and I liked it a lot.
Zoe had to go through rigorous training before she got her pony license.
She was all “Pony license?!?”
But she was happy when she finally got it.
Cock-a-doo!
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.
Dad processed a few more photos. In this one, I'm sitting in front of some hay at the farm.
In this one, Big Sis is fascinated by flamingos.
This is the hole in the top of our mailbox. Dad thinks it's pretty interesting that mailboxes are made with rainholes on top.
This is one of the little plants in our front yard. Like my neighbor friend Simon (Riley: "SYBIT!") says, we pretty much just let whatever grow there.