Part two of the Kaw Valley Farm tour involve goats. Cute frisky goats with horns. Cute frisky goats with horns that I wanted to be right in the middle of. I settled for talking to them though. Luckily there were not other people around to hear what I was saying to them. It was ridiculous. You talk that way to frisky goats too. Don't try to deny it.
There was also the unlikely duo of the little white cat and the big black bull who were sharing quarters.
Hello little goat. Want to play with me?
This cat almost came home with me. I snuggled with him and kissed him and told him how beautiful he was before I put him back down under the big tractor in the barn. With his feline siblings.
The turkeys were giving me the evil eye, but I didn't take it personally. I commiserated with them on the whole saggy neck thing.
I snapped this little poster of very helpful information. I did not know baby turkeys were called poults. Did you?
Other things of note at this farm were the painted quilt over the barn and some pretty zinnias. Mrs. Farmer told me that her daughter did the painting. How cool is that?
And I think I mentioned the goats already. Maybe twice even. But it can't hurt to show them three times. The floppy ears. The zippy tails. I am besotted.