Looking out the haymow

Shylo, Cookie, and Trouble were playing in the haymow when they heard me out in the pasture. They came to the back door (about 10 feet off the ground) and wanted to come to me. They kept walking back and forth and looking down at the drop. Of course, it never occurred to any of them to come down the stairs and out the side door. Cookie and Shylo remained frustrated until I went into the barn and called them down the stairs. Trouble (who else?) decided to jump. She landed safely, but I don’t think she will be doing it again any time soon.

My escort

I had a double escort from the barn to the house tonight. Casey usually waits in the bushes by the back step for me, but once in while she comes all the way down the driveway and walks up with me. And sometimes Tiggy will walk to the house with me before saying goodnight and then heading off for his nightly ramblings. Occasionally they will both walk with me. Here’s the problem; they do not like each other. So neither of them wants to walk near the other, or walk ahead of the other (in case of a sneak attack form behind). So they have to have me in the middle, which would be fine if the weren’t constantly trying to switch sides while never letting the other out of their sight. Right in front of where I am trying to put my feet. And stopping to make sure the other does not get behind them. Right where I am trying to put my feet. While I am carrying the day’s eggs. In the dark. Good times.