Grace and Greg, goats, and the other gazpacho

We had another crew of family visitors today from New Jersey. Grace was interested in all the farm animals, but found it hard to resist the goat kids. Everybody loved the calm unassuming Cyrus (Killer) but Grace and her brother Greg also had a soft spot for the not so soft-spoken Woody.

We had homemade pizzas for lunch, and some of my chunky gazpacho. I think this is better than the smooth one.

We followed lunch with a visit to the horse farm across the road to meet the foals and Harper the pup. Then Folk tried to convince the owner of the '63 Corvette, who just happened to be pulling into our driveway, to sell it to him. Terry said no.