
At least two buckets worth.
Gardening, milking, and raising animals and children in 30 mph winds.




I knew it wasn't the cats. At our old place, between the owls and hawks, there wasn't much left for the cats, so I'd gone from supplementing the mothers to feeding all of them. Since we moved here (and brought all of the barn cats with us), they've disdained cat food. There are so many rodents around that even the babies are catching them.
When we got to the drop-off point (I found a fantastic hill with lots of downed trees and tall grass for shelter), I set the kennel on the ground and the girls opened it up.
It came out cautiously and danced around for a few minutes.
Then it scurried off into the grass.
Want to see the cherry trees? You have *got* to see the cherry trees. They're already ripe!
Well, they were. The birds got them. Picked clean.
The cherry trees down in the orchard seemed to be faring a little better, so hopefully we'll get some of those.
This is my favorite fruit tree on the property. I was calling it a plum tree, but I think they're official name is Italian Prunes. Or something. I love the fruits, but that's not why this is my favorite tree. They're my favorite tree because they like to throw a surprise party at the end of every summer. Hidden away in the green leaves, growing bigger and bigger are these little green prunes. Plums. Things. Delicious things.
Can you see them in there?