Every morning, I walk down to the barn yard and let Maia out the gate. She is always already there, bleating for me, ready to run through as soon as it’s opened. She grazes the yard and gardens during the day, sits on the porch, sometimes takes a rocking chair and other times lays down with a cat or a dog. And sometimes she makes use of the “cat door” (loose screen in the screen door that I don’t fix because it’s the “cat door”) to come inside. I don’t mind if she follows me around the kitchen or sits down with me in the living room, but if she needs to jump on the dining room table, then she has to go. You know, after I take a picture, ha. She walks to the mailbox with me to check the mail, and she’ll wait for me outside the door if I go up to the studio. She comes when she’s called, and calls to me if she hears me come out the door. She greets visitors, and wears a superman cape. On occasional days when for some safety-related reason I think she needs to stay in the barn yard, she cries All Day Long.
In the evening, before she goes back to the barn yard for the night, I give her a bottle of water. She’s Sprite’s bottle baby, and it’s been months since she’s had milk in that bottle, but she enjoys it. And I enjoy giving it to her. We are mutual enablers.
She’s my baby!