First off was the duck pen, where I tossed some feed by the fence to bring the duck closer to NJ:
Then, it was inside the barn to see some livestock, as well as more poultry. NJ met a couple of sheep (not pictured) and two calves. She greeted one calf with the two-hands-on-the-ribcage move that has not exactly endeared her to the Two Idiots at home, and it didn't go over too well at the farm, either. This calf had been relaxing on the floor until NJ showed up.
My daddy says 'Duck Soup' is one of his favorite movies, but I haven't seen it so I don't know if it's actually about, you know, duck soup. Anyway, you're probably safe as long as you stick close to me.
Then, NJ made way for ducklings (ha ha, get it?):
This rump roast looks a little tough and stringy -- stew meat, maybe? Or a couple of nice chicken-fried steaks?
At the chick incubator, NJ wantonly ignored the "do not tap on the glass" sign and tapped on the glass. Thankfully, the barn attendant missed it, and no chicks fell over dead with little chick heart attacks.
Let's take them all home. They can stay in my room.
Lastly, we stopped in an end of the barn that's reserved for frolicking in hay. NJ did some frolicking.
Because I'm a renegade and rules are for suckers. That's why.
On the drive home, NJ crashed hard. She'd skipped her morning nap, and it was a little after noon -- nap time at day care. (Her transition from two naps a day to one at day care has really messed up her sleep habits and is the root of some of her late-afternoon crankiness -- something I stupidly forgot to mention in the "NJ's sleep" section here.) The Wife and I were able to stop at Burgermaster and eat in the car while she dozed. Parking and coming to a stop woke her up, of course, but she busied herself with a book while The Wife and I scarfed burgers, shakes, french fries (her) and onion rings (me). Because she's a good kid who loves her parents.
Farm subsidies for everyone! Hooray!
Sleep tight, Farmer NJ.