I slept really good, although our bed was just a queen and we didnt have much room to play with. On the other hand the sheets were soft, really soft, and the pil­lows were very com­fort­able. Or maybe it was the fact that the tem­per­a­ture was cool and after all those warm nights back home, just felt right.

We were awoken by the excited girls, one of them which was a birth­day girl. The gifts were all brought out and ready for dis­mem­ber­ing open­ing. Lots of jump­ing around, torn up paper and it was done in sec­onds. Then the new scooter was taken for a ride and the rest of the gifts up to the kids room and all around really.

Quick break­fast and some out­side fun con­cluded the early morning.

This is where the lala land world ended up too.

The weather pretty much sucked.

There was not a sin­gle blue sky to be seen and it was raining.

But we had orders to go to the pet­ting zoo and noth­ing was going to stop us. Nothing.
So we jumped in the car and took off.

Being in a rainy area has its advan­tages, like green sur­round­ings and beau­ti­ful lush trees.

We had to come to a sud­den stop at the sight of some fresh pro­duce on the side of the road.

We turned and had a bet­ter look.

Right in the mid­dle of the small side road, with not a soul in sight, was this lit­tle set up:

Produce — car­rots, cucum­bers, pota­toes, corn et cetera, et cetera.

Prices — yep.

People to serve — none.

We grabbed some things and paid.

Yep.

Right where it said so.

Ok, dont you just love it?

But I couldnt stay and enjoy this exam­ple of human good­ness. We had places to go.

Animals to pat.

The friend­ship bracelets Miss Fab made were in use and Little B was lov­ing her new bag too.

I love tak­ing „warm” shots when its cloudy and rainy.

And more road snaps (I warned you).

And then we were there.

The goats were sooo happy.

See, because the weather was crappy, peo­ple were not com­ing and the ani­mals were hun­gry. Their usual parade of humans with bags of feed were some­where else, keep­ing dry.

But not us.

They loved us — or wanted to eat us, I am not sure which.

That mid­dle one is Lips. We named her last time because she does this funny thing with her mouth. It looks like a goat thing, but she does it more so than the other ones.

The Dod was into it straight away. He had no qualms putting his hands in just about any mouth.

This one was not hun­gry. Just wanted to sleep.

These ones were from the mob, I think. They were giv­ing me the evil eye.

The ducks couldnt care any less who we were. They just walked around like they owned the place.

And kept on jump­ing in this lit­tle pan. Muahaha, and they think they are All That?! Snicker.

See, another ani­mal has my sons’ hand in their mouth.

This one sucked on it too. You can see it in his eyes.

„I have sucked on the Caramel Popcorn! Have you?”

As a mat­ter of fact…

Then the ducks walked by in their snobby way.  Or was it wob­bly…
Dont judge, my English is not that good.

Miss Fab spent most of her time with the bun­nies and guinea pigs.
She was steal­ing grass from the camel,
which was too busy parad­ing around proud of its caramelized mouth.

And then Mr.Blab had the camera.

Which is not always good.

He doc­u­mented me from bee­hind. In all my glory.

Lets dis­sect, shall we.
The boy is bare footed, cause we were not pre­pared for cold weather. So I had the pink scarf dug from the car to wrap him in it. That top and those pants were the only warmer clothes in my arse­nal too. Too bad they didnt match, work together in any way. But at least he didnt cap­ture the best part. My flip flops. My Birkis.  The look was won­der­ful, I tell you.

Even she was star­ing at me.

The best part for me was yet to come though.

A birth.

One of the goats gave birth while we were there.

It was beautiful.

She licked them so care­fully and loving.

One of them was call­ing loudly and strong. But she was giv­ing the other one more atten­tion. I won­dered if its because she feels it needed her help more.. Also the whole time she would what seemed to me, reas­sure them. They would call and she would make this deep noise, like a grunt. Every time.

We got to hold a joey too.
(joey is a baby kan­ga­roo )

There were a few orphans in the place and they were rear­ing them.

And then on to other things.

You may say, where is this rain? I no see it!

Here

And here:

See, I told you.

But on pic­tures it looks nice, I think.

Too bad its not good for beach.

And this place has one of our favorite beaches ever.

We HAVE to go to it.

The weather reports are not good. We are get­ting worried.

And start think­ing of plan B — extend­ing the hol­i­day to wait for the sunny day…

After pizza din­ner, as ordered by the birth­day girl, we go to bed and hope.

Hope against all hope that the weather is bet­ter tomorrow…

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It bet­ter be.

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