Hair, you're going to shame me into cleaning my barn.
I walked out to look at Rocky a few minutes ago and saw Bob's barn cat. She has her eyes on something.
That something is a baby bunny about four inches big.
I delivered a stern warning, which she paid no attention to. I was afraid to rescue the bunny because where its at now the cat can't reach it but if I moved the roll of wire, it would run and the cat would grab it before I could. Hoping the cat gives up shortly when Bob goes out to feed. The cat's highlight of the day is following him around as he feeds.
And - Rocky - to lazy to get up. I'll try to get pictures later of his legs. Becky, the back legs are crooked this time?????
Do either of you remember how to measure the leg to get a guesstimate of the final hight of a baby? He’s small with tremendously long legs.
Precious baby. :~)
Hope BadKitty doesn’t get the bunny...
Becky I understand about the working thing. Working with the public especially, wears me out. There are people, they say, who get energy from people. And people who have the energy sucked out of them by people. I know I’m the latter. The first kind become politicians and performers.