Our "watch" dog...

Hey... where's my human!?!

There she is!! Behind curtain number one.
I'd better go see if I can help.

No, I'm not leaving! Hands off... I've got rights... I'm a "watch" dog!
Fergus, don't just stand there... get in here and help me!!

Barnyard Blowout!

Well, we decided to give the critters a little more elbow room, and opened paddock #2. There isn't much new grass on it yet, but they need some space. Stella figured it was an appropriate occasion to demonstrate her wild Auroch heritage with some charges and bucking.

We opened the meat bird run, so they could do some free-ranging. The old red biddies didn't take kindly to the interlopers. The old hens actually have some wicked spurs on their feet, and this hen put them to serious use on an uppity rooster.

Can you feel the love? Fergus wants to lick Stella's head soooo badly. She lets him, once in a while...

News Flash: Creatures were stirring!

You know the poem, The Night Before Christmas, where not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse? Well that's a cruel lie, perpetrated by people who don't have a kitty like Newt around. That little mouse was stirring all right, because Newt brought it in and helpfully loosed it under the bed for we humans to enjoy as a holiday treat. Luckily it didn't take long to catch, and got a reprieve by being tossed back outside. Let's hope Newt doesn't repeat the gift-giving episode...