Moo. That is what we heard Isabella say most of the time we were at the farm. She loves cows. Dairy farming was in the family.
Hanging out with Grandpa Pasternak.
She wasn't so sure how she felt abut the goats being so close to she. She kept her eye on this one.
The goat was in love with Phil
I have never seen a chicken in a a tree like this. He was really high up here.
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