Fall Festivities

Over the weekend we went to our favorite dairy for their Fall Festival.

 

They had hay bales set for jumping.

And did jump we did.

There was samples for us to try. Although we’ve tried them all before. Even so if someone hands me a cup, no matter how small, of their chocolate milk I don’t ask questions. It is quite simply amazing.

There was butter making. Which David did the manly thing and made some for us. Very tasty.

A favorite, though, would have to be the corn trough. That’s what I’m calling it since I don’t know it’s real name.

It was basically a feeding trough filled with dried corn.

And cups.

And scoops.

With high sides. Discouraging any escape artists. Not that we know anything about those.

Pretty much. The. Coolest. Thing. Ever.

I want one.

Even if we found corn in some funny places.

I have been informed, though, that I can’t have one. Something about birds, and bugs and other stuff that doesn’t sound pleasant.

A girl can dream, though.