After feeding the calves, the girls went for a climb.
I can’t believe little Z is almost four.
Almost four! Her little Z-toes still have that baby chub. I saw some baby toes the other day, chub chub.
Otto bunny-eared the photo, but was thwarted by the Minty grip of death.
Flies have no issue with electric fences. They have no grounds.
The girls choreograph a right gumboot drop. Tricky.