We visited the bees (and elsewhere there was a discussion and display of bee products) . . .
. . . the chickens . . .
. . . and the cows and horses.
John got to make his very own magnet using a tuft of real sheep's wool.
We watched a sheep be sheared, during which the only way John could see was to place him on my shoulders. Chris does that often and I hadn't realized how much strength it requires!
I've forgotten how shocked I was at the rampant Christianity I discovered when I moved to the South. I was reminded again today when my California ears perked up to hear the man who tends the sheep at the plantation (the shepherd?) spend five minutes discussing how humans and sheep are very much alike, as God knows, and how one can learn a lot about both by reading the Bible, Psalms in particular. And the crowd acted like the Bible was a perfectly normal thing to discuss for five minutes at a sheep-shearing exhibition! Believe me, you don't hear that on the West Coast.
During the sheep-shearing exhibition, my modern girl (who couldn't see through the crowd anyway) played with my iPhone.
John was really doubtful that people ever cooked food in this pot hung over a fire. "People don't cook with fire!"
"Smile, Mama!"
John perched on the well
The kids ran here . . .
. . . and there . . .
. . . to . . .
It was a surprisingly chilly day, which is why you can see one of John's tee-shirts peeking out from under Mary's dress. When we arrived at the plantation, I had to dress her in whatever I could find in the car, poor bare-legged girl! At lunchtime we retreated to the van, lifted the tailgate, and ate a picnic in the back, which the kids (forever being admonished not to play in the van) thought was wildly exciting. Then we headed home.
In the picture with the chickens, the look on John's face says it all; look how lit up he is!! What a fantastic place to go for an educational visit at such a bargain! And lastly, is it just me, or does anyone else wonder how in the world they manage to shear those sheep so quickly without stabbing or cutting them? I guess it's one of those, "practice makes perfect" skills.
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