Betty is in a tree:
Onslow is guarding the hay:
I’m waiting for Onslow to get off the hay, so I can have some:
Iris says, “Good morning. Our pasture is full of blackbirds.”
Rose says, “Hopefully they’ll only eat worms and bugs, and not our tiny sprouts of grass.”
And Stormy is doing what he always does, parking his butt against the hay bin:
Please don’t make a poopie in there, like you did last Wednesday! 🙀