Farm Visit and Views From the Berkeley Hills
Farm morning first. The kids planted themselves at the pens and stayed there — fingers through the wire at the rabbit hutches, and a long staring contest with a black sheep pushing its head between the blue rails of the gate. The sheep won, mostly. Two piglets, one pink and one black with a pink band around its middle, kept circling each other in the dirt and never stood still.
A keeper came out to feed the geese while we were there, and the whole flock crowded the water troughs with a crowd of kids and parents packed in around the fence to watch. One goose stood up and beat its wings at everybody, which got the biggest reaction of the day.
Afterward we drove up into the Berkeley hills and stopped for the view. Hazy, but you could still pick out the Bay Bridge crossing to San Francisco, the skyline behind it, the marina down at the water's edge. Berkeley spread out flat below us all the way to the bay.