Happy Easter, peeps!
I have a thing for fluffy chicks (don’t most people?) so for Easter my boyfriend surprised me with a trip to a farm. Turns out that after a mere six weeks, the fluffballs are brown, gangly feathered things. Fuzz: gone! But I love a good farm visit, so we chatted with the goats and teen chickens, and took in the aroma that is a working farm. Even that I find agreeable.
Despite working on the holiday, the rabbits were good sports when I snapped their picture.