Mojo, Kali and Zoey would like to express their disappointment in how little I blog about them.
In my own defense, I don't think of them as "farm animals." I think of them as "family members." And I don't generally blog about my family.
I mean, how interesting can it possibly be to talk about how Papa Bear is making chicken wire covers for the two kiddie pools we found in the rafters of his shop garage, which we're turning into brooders for the new chicks/broilers/turkeys and guinea keets?
It's way more interesting to talk about getting up at 5:00am this morning to weed-whack and move the lambs to a new pasture before the heat index killed us, and how as soon as we had them in their new paddock, they promptly escaped and romped about the yard for awhile before we could lure them back in and mend the gaps.
So my dear felines, I may forget to post about you, but it's not because you are not as important as the lambs.
You are quite important to us of course.
Please take this post as a small token of my appreciation to all you do for us around here (mainly, sleep, eat grass and bugs and kill shrews and throw up on things).