The Rooster of the Apocolypse

After my display of masterful inaction yesterday it was all change today. I picked the Art Director up after work and we brought the kids to Rancho Reilly, a pet farm that we had heard good things about.

The little boy didn't stop moving for two hours, helped no doubt by liberal applications of a diet cola drink. His sister wasn't too pushed at first, declaring herself "too tired to look at animals". She brightened up no end and wanted to know why we had to leave when we did.

I took about 20 pictures, but somehow the one I messed up is the one I like most. I was using an unfamiliar phone...