“Good morning! I’m about to help myself to some water, and then some delicious canned cat food. I know it’s made from chicken, but tasty is tasty!”
Thanks for greeting our friends, Ruth. Enjoy your act of cannibalism (omnivores are freaky).
Anyway, Stormy is trying to vacuum the few grains of RC’s breakfast that lay on the ledge (“waste not, want not,” I suppose):
Well, time to head out to the front pasture...
Our friend, Mike, has cut down a nice path to it:
I think we still need your help, Mike:
Farm weeds aren’t like flowerbed weeds: they’re taller than a horse and have stems thicker than my leg! 🐴