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Tuesday, September 23, 2014

windmill farms

Today we went to Windmill Farms between Nipomo and Arroyo Grande.  We unlooped the chain on the gate and visited the animals.  Some of the goats are babies.  They were very sweet. 

The animals seemed a little bored.  They trotted over to see us in their pens.  Some had bamboo stalks which they chewed and chewed and banged  on the fence.

"They're doing a thing," I told Ming.  "Why are they doing that?" 

Goats, turkeys, a sheep that didn't want to talk.  There was an egg in the turkey pen.

Outside the store were succulents.  "Which is your favorite?" I asked Ming. 

We went inside the store, where no one talked to us.  We sniffed the candles.  We looked at jellies. 

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