Maia has finally gotten big enough that she can’t get out of wherever she was getting out and she’s stuck in the barn yard unless I choose to let her out. She’s not happy. But, this is a good thing because she had taken up the habit of sitting under vehicles. And won’t run out even if the engine is started. (Even a chicken will do that!) And won’t run out of the way of a vehicle backing up, either. This meant getting out of my driveway was becoming a difficult prospect of jumping out of my car every two seconds to make sure I knew where Maia was. It doesn’t mean she can’t come up and visit at the back porch anymore–it just means I can choose when, and I can put her up before I plan to drive anywhere–which will keep her safe and save my sanity, too.
She doesn’t understand that, though, so she’s a mite unhappy!