Over the years, these farms have served as a pilgrimage of sorts. Most of my cycling friends have a) either begged me to bring them out to see the goats or b) have been tricked into going out even if they aren't animal lovers. Most have held the squirmy little buggers, some have made the mistake in letting them suckle fingers after the goats had begun teething (that mistake is usually only made once...unless you're me when the mistake is made each year). Some of my friends are more interested in the cats,dogs,chickens,sheep and donkey--and I completely respect them for that.
|Taty's first visit to Dreamfarm|
|I might look more comfortable on the farm than on my bike|
|Dan's first kid experience|
|Nathan loved it, even though he looked like he didn't|
|It's the alien eyes that get me every time|
|Laura fell in love with all the farm critters|
|I've never met anyone who loves goats as much as I do until Jonnymac|
|This year's bunch--48 hours old|
Today I'll make another ride out there. My list can wait a few hours. So if you're trying to reach me this morning, know I'll be blissed out holding the kids, breathing in the farm air heavy with scents of wet hay, manure, corn and wood (something I will always be in love with) and having a few hills kick my now untrained ass.
Happy spring everyone and happy kidding season!