Oh, good morning! You snuck up on me! Glad to see you!
If you were here, I’d let you pick all the black-eyed Susans you want!
Dad-cat has taken up residence in the old chicken house in the hay barn:
Finally, I’m convinced that when the raccoons wake up (a little before dark), they get together and ask each other, “What can we knock over in the cat garage tonight?”
Apparently last night’s winner was the weed whacker. 🦝