Where to begin?
Cubby was waiting to go inside when I arrived at the farm. He only has one eye now and the remaining one sees very little, but he plugs along. Such a little trooper!
“Who opens gates? Amateurs.”
Lunar, hamming it up at the fence!
“Uh, we’re waiting!”
Gully takes a scratching break.
Messy, messy girl!
Traffic jam…
I know they look like regular roosters, but these guys are about a foot long. Their INCREDIBLY LOUD voices certainly make up for their pint size, though.
“Yes, I am a gentleman. Why do you ask?”
Look for my post later in the week that’s all about the baby!
Minding the Minis 