All this farm business sure made us hungry. Dylan forged ahead and found the picnic area.
Such an independent little fellow!
He drinks his milk (from a cow! not from Mom!) with an attitude.
Dylan in the wilderness
Cracker time
Little chipmunk
We saw a hawk. It swooped down and killed a mouse that was hiding in some brush. It was pretty amazing. But then we started thinking that Dylan was pretty small and it might be a good idea to skeedadle.
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