Every year we like to pick up after season pumpkins for the beasts. If we can get there before the first freeze we can store them and use them longer, but if not (like this year), the animals all get a giant feast. Bonus, pumpkins worm them naturally. Last year I did it by myself while keeping track of the kids (Chad was out of town). It sucked. I did it though. This year, Chad and Grampa both helped and the kids are magically old enough to help too! WIN! Thank you to our local pumpkin farm for this lovely outing.
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