While this goat doesn't seem to mind Jack's hand reaching for his eye ball, a few other goats ran for the hills....and if you've ever seen the goats at Young's, you know how RARE it is for one of them to actually turn down those nasty little pellets!
Thanks to Grandma Mo, Jack stayed nice and toasty!
Before petting the goats, we took a wagon ride to this field to "pick" our own pumpkin. What ended up happening was more like a "hunt". The object of the hunt was to actually find a non-rotting (is that a word?) pumpkin while managing to not slip and fall on the guts of all the rotten ones! Regardless, Jack liked it because he got to partake in his favorite past time:
...riding on dad's shoulders!
Bye Young's! We'll be back in December to cut down our Christmas tree! (Sorry all you "Green" people out there!)