Joey is such a goof. Al stacked some round bales last week. He immediately claimed them as his own. He naps up there until someone walks by. Then he gets up, stretches and stares down until we pass by. The old fellow sure is easily contented.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
I was making the rounds to gather eggs this morning. That consists of a huge meandering loop through the stable, through the old barn, through the tractor shed and in and around the buildings that actually have laying boxes in them. Something caught my eye near the water faucet in the old barn. I picked it up, walked outside and laid it on the ground with a freshly laid egg so that I had a nice measure of its size: