Good morning! Someone’s visiting us, who Tails’ kittens haven’t met before:
It’s our friend, Travis, doing our hooves:
Oh, I forgot—here’s my smile, just for YOU (and the hay I’m about to eat)!
Anyway, poor Martha’s new neck feathers are almost grown in, but they’re still a little prickly and uncomfortable. So Ann is letting her eat breakfast from the roost:
It’s the chicken equivalent of breakfast in bed! 🐔