Later that evening we were supposed to join the Fink's for a family birthday celebration, but Lizzy had a close encounter of the regurgitory kind. She got all woozy and couldn't keep her Kentucky vittles down. She spent most of the day in bed and we had to pass on the evening's festivities; very sad. Fortunately, a little time and a lot of Graeter's Ice Cream has her all fixed up and ready to roll tomorrow morning.
Gunner is especially sad to see us go. He is quite a handsome gentleman and just loves to show off. Seems one of his favorite pastimes is a good, evening photo shoot.
And...
...what's any self-respecting farm without your quota of Z-Donk's. Yes folks, it's true. If a lusty male zebra finds himself in the same pasture with an amorous female donkey, sometimes they decide to roll in the hay rather than eating it. The result are offspring that are punished; like mules, the kiddos have no "love" gene.
Z-Donk's
Mike's a believer that a person should "wear out" rather than "rust out," so something's always going on at Fink Farm. If they're not mowing, feeding the livestock, or moving dirt, they're birthing new Longhorn baby cattle. What a great experience it is just to be here.
It hard to say what we'll miss the most: Keeneland, the Kentucky countryside, the camaraderie, or just kicking back and relaxing on the Farm.
That's the apartment on the left. That's Gunner on the right.
Back door entrance directly from the barn itself.
Our spot! Not bad sharing covered parking with the animals and the farm implements.
Final evening comes to a close. Farewell friends! Till next year...
A camel in Kentucky !
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