For dinner, we ate some burgers and fries at the boat ramp by the river. Dad pointed out a duck flying overhead, and we watched a guy paddle upstream and then load his long, narrow, oddly angular canoe onto his pickup truck. Then we went for a ride to see if the pygmy goats were out.
They were, all six of them, along with the 3 ponies. Next door, the dogs were out: 2 bloodhounds, a corgi, 2 dachshunds, and a basset hound. After getting a good goat fix, and as Mom pointed out, "a dog and pony show," we headed back. A rabbit hopped along the side of the road and then into the brush as we drove past.
At the small farm we call "the peacable kingdom," instead of being in the side pen, the cow and horse were munching grass in the front lawn. A few chickens clustered by the front steps. Their sheep were in a pen on the other side of the road with a guard llama.
Two deer pranced across the street and stopped in a small parking area, looking back as if they were waiting for someone, and then bounded effortlessly over a fence and into a thicket.
Times like this, I can't imagine wanting to be anywhere else.
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