Thanksgiving at the Farm 2015

My favorite part of visiting my father's farm is that the kids can just go explore, and they usually wind up not coming in until we call them back, usually very muddy, most of them with wet socks inside soaked boots, all of them with leaves in their hair and little stories to tell about the fish they almost caught or how they managed to herd the sheep all by themselves. This weekend it rained a bit, but that didn't stop them from embarking on a stream walk which required me to only carry one of them home soaking wet on my back (the rest were also soaking wet, I just had to choose the smallest to give a lift to). IMG_9722IMG_9666IMG_9657IMG_9806IMG_9804IMG_9795IMG_9728IMG_9788IMG_9805IMG_9791