Tagged: These Goats Were Not Going to Feed Themselves

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!

This is a photo of Zoe in the swing at the farm. You might not recognize her because dad shot it about 20 years ago and decided to process it only today.

He did follow me up this rickety staircase and across an Indiana Jones-style rope bridge, so I guess he's not all bad.

Now, you know the best thing about the farm, right?

GOATS!

I could feed goats all day!

They eat corn.

Here you go, goaty goat.

OM NOM NOM NOM!

Baby goats are just about the cutest things ever.

I've got two hands. Might as well use them.

Of course, goats aren't the only great thing about the farm.

There are giant Legos!

Hm. Looks like the goats have been here.

Not cool!

Thanks, dad, for processing these farm photos that you pretty much took before I was born.