Barb J. invited us to an amazing place last night. It's called The Fort, and it has reconstructed log cabins, stone walls, bridges, and even a jail. Without a doubt, you know I had to take more pictures than this, but this sheep came up to me when I was taking pictures of all the "lawnmowers." It (call me crazy, but I'm not asking a strange sheep to hold still while I check out whether it is a "he" or a "she") started walking toward me with a purpose. It came closer and closer. Definitely, this critter knows a sucker when it sees one. Instead of keeping up with everyone else, and trust me, the kids were moving a mile per minute, I stood there scratching this critter's noggin.
More pictures to come. . . have a terrific Saturday!