Onslow hears a bird on the roof of the feed shed:
Jewel and a swallow are enjoying the sun:
Everyone else is about ready to head out to the far pasture:
I wish I could join them—but it’s the front pen for me:
I’ll admit I’m getting used to it. I don’t have to be dragged there anymore—I pretty much go voluntarily.
And I do enjoy that I’m in the shade. 🐴