Great goats

Goat whispering. The goats were enjoying their sprawling pen as we took a post-brunch stroll at Heritage Hill. Hanging out. It was a multi-generational affair all the way around. Another litter appeared to be on the way, too.

New friend

Happy at Heritage Hill. The family brunch at Heritage Hill went over big-time for my dear wife Karen, terrific daughter Elisabeth, George Three and mom Sue. A little stroll to greet the campus farm animals helped work off the grand Easter meal, too. Karen got along great with the donkey. Another meal. The kids and…

Lovely setting for a game

Yes, I did. The hard workers from my dear wife Karen’s company who set up the great picnic at Heritage Hill set up two sets of cornhole boards on the pretty back lawn. I did toss a game, partnered with newly met Dr. Druger. A good time was had by all players. And we sweated…

Big pig

Shy, too. I couldn’t coax the Heritage Hill pig to come out and say hello to me no matter how sweet I talked. Not even when I explained that out menu coming up for the company picnic featured chicken and beef. Thus, no head shot.

Donkey time

Good donkey! While the goats had a big yard to roam at Heritage Hill, the pair of donkeys seemed a bit cramped to me in their pen. You seem sweet. My dear wife Karen and I heard no complaints from the pair, though.

Hello, goats!

Pretty place. My dear wife Karen’s workplace again threw a wonderful picnic-party at nearby Heritage Hill. We walked outside to say hello to the goats. Hey, buddy. They liked the company, too.

One heck of an Easter brunch

Family style seating. Easter brunch at Heritage Hill Brewhouse was a treat for my dear wife Karen and I. Why cook when you can make reservations, suggested I a week out from the holiday. She was all in. The pretty Brewhouse up on a hill that we’d enjoyed for Karen’s company picnic last summer had…