Cute is the sound of hundreds of baby chickens (chicklets?) clucking around multiple feed rings in a nice warm barn. (I promise that picture tomorrow.)
We got a hayride from the parking lot to the deeply foliaged enclosures where the Bourbon heirloom turkeys and other birds live (see Friday’s PS).
Then a walk past the barns–that’s Griggstown Quail Farm founder George Rude (in red shirt) leading the tour. From there into the field under a big blue sky full of puffy clouds.
Slightly louder than the chicks clucking were the guests talking happily among themselves as they took their seats under the big tent and waited for the cooks and chefs to finish preparing the meal, more about which tomorrow.