Welcome to Huber Farm

We treated ourselves today to a taste of the country life. Anyone in the area is no doubt familiar with Huber Farms, a place where even the most urban of individuals can pretend for a moment that he's actually rural. Feed the chickens, goats and horses, eat a family style country meal, roll around in some hay, ride a tractor, sack up some fresh fruits and vegetables--pretty much anything but shovel horse poo. It's a good time.

One quick story before posting the pictures... Abigail absolutely loved the 40 foot slide that extended from the hay loft to the ground. To get to the slide, she had to climb a fairly steep latter inside of the barn. Kedra and I watched as Abigail went up and down and up and down and up and down.... Until... We looked up only to see her walking around the outside of the barn, crying, limping towards us. To this moment, we still do not know what exactly happened, just that she some how fell down the stairs. Evidently, the fall was quite significant given the blood dripping from her nose, the foot long strawberry on her back and the baseball sized bruise underneath it. Nasty. She has had the worst two falls of her life the last two days (Yesterday's was a bicycle wreck). Listen, if this was Nathan, I'd a patted him on the bottom and told him to rub some goat poop on it... but little girls just aren't suppose to fall like that. Kedra thinks I'm a little too soft on her. Maybe...