We walked into the gated area to get to another part of the farm.
The whole time I kept saying, "Stop running. Pay attention. There's horse poop everywhere!"
And then I stepped into a pile wearing white sandals.
On our way back, the horses noticed us and started trotting over.
I told my kids to run and get behind the gate.
I wasn't comfortable with the horses let alone the small children getting bitten or knocked down or something.
I would have run too, expect for the inappropriate shoes and the whole pregnancy thing.
The horses surrounded Mary and her grandson and their carrots.
It was funny....
once I was safe on the other side of the gate.
I love what good friends they are.
Can't leave a farm without feeding the pigs!
Notice the donkey on the right.
His name is Burt.
Mark won a stuffed donkey in a claw machine a couple weeks after this
and Christian promptly named it Burt and sleeps with it each night.
The kids' favorite part was climbing up into a barn looking for some cats and jumping off bales of hay.
They loved it.
I love an impromptu experience with friends!