In the nuthouse

Last week, Av and I went to a farm in town to see the animals. Avery loved it and won't stop talking about goats ever since. There was even a child's play area named, "The Nuthouse" ... for obvious reasons. At first, we were caught in the middle of a violent war as several boys hurled hand granade nuts in every direction. But after the rambunctious ones moved on, we found ourselves accompanied only by a squirrel in paradise - who, by the way, was quite a noisy eater.