It’s a garbage-can-blowing-over day (ours was in the ditch by the daycare across the street). Our breakfast is blowing around too, but it’s not getting away:
Here’s Misty on her way to the bin (I’m glad I’m not the only one around here used as a glove rack):
It’s too windy for the chickens. They're in the garage with their heads under their wings:
And look who, for the first time, showed up for dinner last night:
It’s New Kitty! (Be nice, Onslow! 😾)
He’s very hungry; he’s cleaning up leftovers:
Waste not; want not! 😺