I don't think Emerson trusted those chickens too much.
The farm prepared us lunch. A pig pickin with lots of fresh veggies, and homemade ice cream. It was delicious. Soon after lunch Emerson was through. It was very very hot and humid. So she was as a trooper to hang in that long. I even snuck a bow in her hair without her noticing. She was dripping sweat so I had to do something.
Sunday we headed to Mark's parents to celebrate his Dad's birthday. Emerson was thrilled to sit in her own little chair.
She has gotten very into furniture. In her size of course.
She had to tell me all about it. What a mess!
After this long, hot weekend Emerson needed to have a rest. Whatever works!