Felines in Fall

The barn kittens are in rare form right now. The slightly cooler weather seems to agree with them and I can usually see one high up in a cedar tree outside our kitchen window. This morning I saw Pot Pie (aka "Pot Head") drop out of that tree as I was warming up the milk--as we do every morning--for "the baby." (Teaser: what KIND of baby? Hint: it ain't human!)

 

Pot Pie, balancing on the fence near the goat pen.

 

 

 

Puddin', drinking out of the automatic waterer in the goat pen...

 

 

 

Pork Chop, guarding a hay net. I'm pretty sure that won't keep Buck,

Gretel or Diesel from eating out of it.