Saturday evening I went out to supper with friends to celebrate Steve's birthday. We ate at Longhorn Steakhouse. Good food. I had the lobster baked potato which made me homesick. Oh to have gone to Young's Lobster Pound instead!
Sunday morning at the farm was sad and hilarious both. First thing, we found that Rosie-the-duck had gotten herself stuck in a confined space in her stall and hurt her leg. She went off to the Emergency Clinic. It was scary, but she's doing well and I'm sure will be back soon. She is the sweetest little thing. One of the staff hand-raised her at home as a duckling and so she loves people.
It was another beautiful day and Lola spent it bathing in the sun that shines against the barn door. It does get toasty and warm in that spot and the black rubber mat that's out there draws even more heat. I'm surprised she didn't smell like bacon cooking she was out there so long. Here you see a volunteer poking her to see if she's 'done'.
Just kidding. Every time someone walked by the bathing beauty, we couldn't resist giving her belly rubs. She loves them and they make her little piggy tail go! Talk about Hog Heaven!
We got back in the barn and the guests insisted on trying to help me get the goats in one more time. Even with a sweet feed incentive, we couldn't get everyone in at the same time. The guests left and as soon as I opened the stall door and they went right in! And no one came back out! I guess they were just putting on a little show for their company. Sunday mornings are nothing if not entertaining at the Farm!