A cold, rainy Sunday.  We tromped through mud with Nonna to Cricket Creek Farm, where she waved her umbrella to ward off the hissing attack geese.  We ate gingerbread cookies at the farm store, petted Creamy the Barn Kitty, and listened to the jazz trio warm up.  

Ava collected eggs at the Hen House, still warm from the chickens.  She carried them back down Oblong Rd in a plastic pail.  Carmen said HI and MOO to the baby cows and fell face-first in the mud.

We  searched out the piglets, hiding from the rain inside their shed. Two of them rooted around in some foul brown silage, while the rest slept in a pig pile in the hay.  They are funny creatures, skittish, filthy and endearing.  In the two weeks since we first saw them they have doubled in size– supposedly they gain about a pound a day.  That’s what I felt like in late pregnancy.

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