A recent hay delivery brought much joy to the barn kitties, who continue through life maintaining that everything on the farm is, in fact, a kitty toy. They are doing quite well.

The geese are being very broody, but unreliably so, and one goose had begun to lay numerous eggs on one end of the porch, using scraps of newspaper, plastic, and a pair of boots for a 'nest' which was neither large enough nor safe enough to suffice. The eggs are

in the refrigerator now and shall make a tasty omelet; the fact that no farmer suffered attack during this egg-gathering is indicative of just how unreliable their broodiness is.

The sheep are by and large doing well, and are quite visibly pregnant. Mitey has sores on his muzzle again, however, and seems grumpy; it seems mostly rubbed open by reaching through fencing, but we'll be keeping an eye on it.

Hercules has reintegrated with the flock already, and having gotten the numbers of Mitey's brides, the flocks are all one again, and are doing just fine. Isabelle is no longer getting out, although the ewe tagged 16 keeps getting out; we're not entirely sure how as of yet.