Good morning! I’m shocked! It’s actually pleasantly cool right now.
Smudge is helping herself to Paschal and Ferdinand’s meal worms. Honestly!—cats will eat anything!
If Martha lays an egg back there (in the duck garage, behind the spare lumber and our Bill’s canoe), management won’t be able to reach it:
“Make sure you can get down, Luna.”
“I’ll figure that out later, Dot.”
Anyway, here are the rouens having a bath, until, it seems, the cats move in. . .
But we know better than that, don’t we? We are all friends at the farm! 🐴