Steve is getting better but still hating being inside. Without our guard dog, Tom was not aware that we had an interesting visitor last evening.
I am worried about this guy. He looks really thin and underclothed on a stormy night. He may be confused as well. He walked off down our busy road with no shoulder in the dark.
None of our animals died today. Izzy is enjoying a reject fleece rug on the back porch.
And in the hay loft, I found chicks under a desk we have up there. I counted 8 of them, but there may be more. I can’t reach them but was able to get food and water for them. Hopefully they will be OK up there.
So another installment in the story of our little farm.