{photo diary} Blue Hill Farm

After dining on our delicious lunch at the Blue Hill Cafe, we headed down the road to play with the animals.  I may almost be 30, but I can't say I was any less excited when we drove by the pigs as I would have when I was 4 years old.  The one pig and I bonded, I named him Walter [though, he is technically a girl I found out later...] and he even let me pet his head!  

I must say, these animals are obviously beyond happy and being treated very well.  What a difference it really makes.

photos: Robin West

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