Painted Pony Farm

Today was our fifth day with our fearless husband/ daddy out in MI for a bow-hunting adventure with his friend Tim. He had a wonderful time and would have emerged with a 4-point buck except that his release broke while he was drawing the bow back. He called me from the tree stand shortly after the debacle saying: "I'm about to cry." Poor guy. He returned home at dinner time tonight.

We fared ok on our own, keeping ourselves as busy as possible. This afternoon was my moms' group annual outing to Painted Pony Farm (and pumpkin patch) which was a big hit. Many of our friends were there too and a good time was enjoyed by all. The goose loved watching the baby chicks - and blocking access by the bigger kids, who actually were able to hold said chicks. See pictured.

Roo delighted to pull the little red wagon in which her and the monkey's selected pumpkins were placed. The monkey's favorite aspect was running through the apple trees with his friend Bo, looking for stray apples. A worthwhile venture all around.