I ask Sam what we saw yesterday and she says sheep, goats, man. She also saw a pig, a big red, smelly, roly-poly pig. A very giant cow with a very full udder and about to calve. Two beautiful chestnut draft horses, a matched pair. An older gentleman hoisting a large, plump sheep around and shearing it. That was amazing for me to see, but Sam’s favorite was not the border collie herding the sheep, it was the rooster in the goat barn. She was fascinated by the rooster and its’ hen. She could have watched them all day. I thought the three-day-old kids were pretty cute too. The goats all loved the head scratches. Some of them had very soft coats. Mitch, the docent for the goat barn, was looking to see if anyone was wearing wool. We didn’t have a stitch on us. He still let us in the barn; he was a nice man.

The event was Woolapalooza at Drumlin Farms in Waltham and it was a lovely, sunny, warm day out. We also got to taste warm maple syrup and listen to a funny story about a sheep in wolf’s clothing. When the woman had finished reading the story, people got up and left and she played some nursery tunes on her 29 string harp and I sung along with her to Sam. Sam mostly wanted to inspect the picture of a salamander and throw herself at the hot fireplace.