My friend’s man friend has a farm and this farm happened to be chock full of strawberries so we found a day and all went over to help him with that situation. There were quite a lot of us descending upon that poor man’s farm… watch out chicks! The kids picked but when the boys were done they were just done. Long gone are the days of annual fruit picking I suppose…. But the chickens? They loved them! Minus the mean rooster George of course. Then we all went out for lunch, which is the real reason Matt tagged along.
