When Andy’s son, Kenny, was only a couple of years old our friend Kim lived with us for a while and spent some time with him. I don’t remember exactly how it came about, but she decided to call him Fred. Sometimes he was okay with the name, and other times he’d stomp a foot and scrunch up his face and wave his arms and bellow, “My name’s not Fred! It’s Kenny!” Alas, he doesn’t seem to remember this anymore.

Fred came for a visit over the holidays for his first stay at Loafkeeper Farm. His first morning we put him to work. He fed chickens…

…and fed sheep…

…and found a neat leaf and ice sculpture…which wasn’t really work but makes a neat picture.

We also did some improvements on the house and got satellite tv.

After all the work was done, we went out to explore one of the local sights, the Dixie Caverns (and campground! and antique mall!) The place was a bit worn and reminded me a little of the cowboy and indian tourist traps out West, but the caves were well taken care of and the tour guide rocked. I wore my glow-in-the-dark alien shirt just in case the lights went out.