It starts with a light gathering….
…that tends to grow.
Faces in the door.
And more faces in the door.
Maybe some leaping to capture attention.
Nuzzling of empty feed cans.
And standing by on call.
And the big moment!
Now the parade can really begin!
Because, you see, nobody actually gets fed up here but nobody wants to miss the start!
And off they go to the barn yard.
Except for this straggler here who’d rather have a bottle of water on the porch.
And sometimes a cookie. And sometimes an invitation to come inside.
And look around.
And go upstairs.
Morgan: “I told you that you shouldn’t let her in the house!”
It was okay, I swept it up…. My precious does no wrong.