Cats have a sense of balance that is unmatched by any.
They can perch themselves on just about anything,
and sit there as though it is effortless.
Yesterday morning Bobby sat on the stall door while the horses ate their breakfast.
You'd never have known by watching him that he was perched upon a door
that is about 1 ½ inches wide.
He sat there...perfectly still and surveyed the world around him.
The cats are utterly fearless around the horses and scurry about the dry lot
completely oblivious to the 300, 500, and 1200 pound animals that inhabit it.
They often walk the perimeter of the pasture fence...
walking on top of the wooden fence as if it were a tightrope.
Never once have I seen them fall.
I wanted to update you on our bourbon red turkey, Tom.
You might remember that he survived a dog attack about two weeks ago that left
his back featherless with minor lacerations.
He has healed nicely and is starting to grow back his feathers.
Here he is with the turkey equivalent of a 5-o'clock-shadow!
I can scarcely believe that it's Friday again.
These weeks pass way too quickly!
We will be spending a quiet weekend at home...
working in the garden if the weather cooperates.
What about you? Planning any mischief this weekend?