Lincoln: "Here's your carrot Gracie Grace." The name Lincoln chooses most often for her.
Lincoln: "Do you like it?"
Grace: "Can't talk, mouth full"
Lincoln loves watching her happily nomming on his gift
Lincoln: "Oops sorry, I dropped one"
Grace: "It's OK kid, I got it"
She chooses to just hang out and be loved on a while, even with carrots gone. Jefferson is learning the ropes from big brother, soon he'll have his own carrots to share as well. This is the first time Jefferson & his stroller were in the field. Normally, he either stays behind the gate napping or Grace now knowing that Lincoln equals carrots comes to the gate when he calls out.
Note the sorry state of her field, back to brown & crunchy. All promised rain blows right past us.