A bunch of full buckets

I did come home yesterday loaded down with 50 lb. bags of feed. Mama's little Toyota was sitting so low in the back I could have been pulled over on suspicion of hauling moonshine.

Look who was waiting at the door for me...

So, the buckets are full again...

Poppy said, all this for what, two or three eggs a day? Well no! The hens don't lay as much in the wintertime and besides that, it is "all this for the joy of taking care of animals." "A little farm", such as it is. 

Plus there were four more strings to add to my ball of strings. I have saved every string off every feed bag since we moved into the cabin in 1989...

Have you ever given an animal a name and then just couldn't call it by that name. I think the name Smokey is cute as can be, but it doesn't roll off my tongue just right. Smokey thinks his name is "Kitty". Reckon I should change it to "kitty"? Anyway, Kitty has taken over Bickett's stool. He is a brave little thing and determined to be friends with Bickett...

Bickett says he doesn't have time for such nonsense. Playing with Poppy is for us older cats. Oops, excuse the belly. Bickett is a tad overweight, like some other folks around here...

See, if you keep your back feet firmly against the leg of the stool, you can kick off and get away. I been known to kick this stool completely over backwards...

Better get busy. I need to check on the baby guineas again before dark and suppertime if not too far away. We have not had any bad storms today, thankfully. So far, just rain. Thank you for visiting. Hope to be back soon.

Love,
Henny