looking out the back window
Goldie, at the big stump. I get the camera. Telephoto.
mother cat at the water bowl, Wheat is coming.
Goldie goes through
Wheat
Wheat goes through
mother
she looks
but heads off for the corridor. Cat mother. It's nearing dusk. Hunting. Hunted.
there are leaves, maybe.
there is talk of more maybe. talk of maybe getting a donkey. Donkeys alert to trespassers. Having had the experience of the livestock guardian dog, Kadir, having fully understood about livestock guardian dogs, and having watched how it is near the Hill, Jenny, and not really wanting to do the livestock guardian dog again, she's thinking, maybe a donkey. We consider this. I also am wondering if Tay will choose to stay Outside with the Goats. It's possible. She has not slept inside now for a long time, feeling the need to keep an eye on these feral cats. It Goes.
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