Good morning! As usual, I’m cleaning up RC’s “sprinkles” with Stormy (or Rose, depending who gets there first):
Don’t ask me how you got over the fence, Frizzle—ask your wings:
Speaking of chickens, they’ve been making a nesting box out of our hay cart:
Anyway, down by the creek, the recent storm blew a branch on the fence:
Never fear, Chief Onslow has assessed the damage, and reported it to the cat-cops:
The DHS (Department of Horsefarm Security) never sleeps! 😺