One thing that our local area in NC seems to be lacking in is local farms with farm animals that you can look at/touch/feed without paying to get in. So, while in MA, I made it a "must do" to visit our favorite farm and feed the animals. G was psyched!
This turkey was so fat he could barely walk, I asked G what his name should be. She replied, "fat chicken."
Feeding the goats was G's favorite part.
It was fun to throw the feed back and forth and watch the chickens run around chasing it.
We ended our visit by picking our pumpkins for Grammi and Dzia Dzia
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