Albert was sitting on my lap when Bear came over, begging for scratches. Apparently Albert thought Bear’s butt looked more comfortable than my lap. He climbed aboard and snuggled down into her wool. Bear wandered away to eat some more and Albert went along for the ride.
Temps in the 50s today, but this is ridiculous!
Haha, did I fool you? This is where I found it:
I don’t know how Sissy missed this one when she was unloading hay this past summer. She usually freaks out when she grabs a bale with an occupant. Poor little guy!
Damp, drizzly, foggy kind of day. Bleah!
Apparently Georgia finds the hay in the nesting boxes too rough on her delicate tuckus. Minnie’s wool is much more comfortable.
I’m pretty sure my nephew enjoyed it way more than the sheep.
And I always wonder why the gate posts seem to keep getting farther apart and I have such a struggle to close the gates.