You scratch my back. . . No I'll just scratch yours, thanks

A couple of weeks ago, we took advantage of a week with 3 public holidays (one of which was added at the last minute to make up for human rights day falling on the same day as Good Friday this year. Gotta love the European demand for ample holidays. Fair is fair.) and we went to Durban. Besides the beach and the biggest mall in South Africa, the main attraction was a petting zoo. No, make that an INCREDIBLE petting zoo.

Note to self: Don't attempt to feed the ostriches. They are bordering vicious when you have food in your hand.

Sarah bonded with a rabbit. . . until it bit her.

Sometimes a goat just gets where you're coming from.

Wendy got to ride a pony first (before Sarah) which turned out to be a big mistake because Sarah was freaking out that she wouldn't get a turn and was totally making a scene.

Then she calmed down.

I was a little doped up on Benedryl, after waking up with a killer head cold that morning. . . and that is not bunny pee on my shirt. Long story.

Sarah discovered where her "sleepy milk" comes from. She said, "My mommy had some of those for Wendy, but not anymore."

Sarah also bonded with the goats

Wendy only acknowledged the goats because they were blocking the slide.

After the food was gone, the goats just grabbed the paper bags and ate them, too.

. . .and they walked off into the sunset.