The more conservative use of the tractor.
The Leaning Tower of Jessica. Just after this photo was taken I took a quick step backwards to teach Jessie the valuable lesson that you can't trust anyone, not even your father.
Watching Big Sis in action, with no inclination to copy her whatsoever.
Jessie propelling the water for her 'duck racing'.
Possibly the best business model ever. Getting your visitors to pay extortionate amounts to feed your animals the smallest of snacks.
The male peacock impressing these two chicks.
Jessie ever-ready for the 'kodak moment'.
Yes Sienna, that's a camera stuck on mummy's face for the day.
Sienna could be Irish. Green green grass, pale skin and reddish hair. My grandparent's would have been proud.
Jessie spent most of her time feeding this young billy goat.
Sienna would only go near the animals safely alongside Daddy. This was one of the few times we managed to get a photo without her holding onto my legs for comfort.
The joys of dandelion seeds.
A timid Sienna waiting for back-up before going any closer to the guinea fowl.
The Irish American beauty.
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