Good morning. A storm just blew through. It’s no cooler, no less humid, just muddier:
Why is Eva’s gray baby over by the tack room?
And why are her other two hiding up there?
Why are Dot and Patches eating mealworms?
And to top it off, the coop was open before the cat-cops arrived! The chickens were everywhere!
Well, we don’t expect foul (or “fowl”) play. The left door you see above just wasn’t latched properly, and the storm blew it open overnight. It left everyone muddled and befuddled!
“Not me!” says Rose. “I'm keeping my cool!” 🐎