Broadturn Farm

I don’t know if it’s Maine, or the crunchy little circle of friends I have, but everyone I know is deciding which farm camp to send their kids to, and which week, because you know if you do it early then they pick strawberries but later there are more other fruits and veggies and maybe more exciting things, and why not just pick a week in the middle? It’s all so much to debate.

So I think we’ve picked Broadturn Farm, mostly because the farmer was the midwife who delivered Henry, but also because they’ve got the best animals. Last Friday we went to get some straw to put down on our lawn after we seed it (and maybe after we do some kind of woodchuck relocation program because something is digging up our lawn like crazy). And the straw farm is right near Broadturn Farm, so we took a gander (ha!) on over to check it out.

Two boys, two lambs. All totally free range.

Hello, I’m a pig. Perhaps you remember me from one of your favorite movies.

The funniest part about the pigs was that the farm worker who directed us to them cautioned, “There’s an electric fence around their pen” and then added, “but it’s really low.” I made some joke about, “Oh, ok, so I’ll just toss the kids right over it then!” and he sort of looked at me oddly and said, “Yes.” I don’t know what the deal is with pigs, but the electric fence was seriously about four inches high. So, yes, I did just toss the kids right over it so we could get some close up pig lookin’.

I felt really sorry for this chicken. He was totally on his own, ostracized from all the others. What did he do wrong? Or maybe he just wanted some quiet time.

This little scene prompted Zuzu to spontaneously utter her first animal noise. “Ba-dawk!”

We were all quite taken with this big friendly dog, though I don’t know why he was penned in with cows and sheep. Maybe he is the watchdog. At any rate, he was enormous and very sweet.

Of course we went back to the lambs.

Some lovely indoor sheep that we discovered right before we left, mostly because one came out and yelled at us for being so close to her baby lambs. I’m still not convinced that mama sheep was real, as she sounded way too much like a human just saying, “Baaaa!”

And lo, the light did shine upon the sheep and the lambs, and call to them to lie in the hay and be wooly and regard the humans with great skepticism. And they did, and it was good.

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