Mom and dad took me to a farm. This is something that is traditionally done this time of year, or so mom says.
There are animals on the farm.
Goats are cute, but they nibble your fingers and are stinky.
Donkeys pretend you don't exist, and have long ears.
I really wanted to keep the bunny.
Farms have fields of tall corn plants, and farmers cut down the plants to make what is called a maze. I’m not sure I get it.
We started out with great enthusiasm.
Then we got a little lost.
I mean, very lost. I blame dad.
We eventually found our way back out of the corn, and mom obviously thought the whole thing was great fun. I am not convinced.
Farms are fun.
One can never get enough of the zoo.
The giraffes and hippos are always interesting.
Feeding the lorikeets is exciting and entertaining.
But the very best part of the zoo is that there are bunnies hiding in all the bushes and gardens. Magical.
But maybe the very other best part of the zoo is when I sweet talk dad into buying me a stuffed kangaroo.
I am a lucky girl to get taken to the zoo so frequently. Thanks mom and dad.