"Little man looooved fire."

[maystone]

The last bale of hay we'd bought turned out to be bad. Not just damp on the interior but wet. And moldy. So I hauled out back to the fire barrel and burned it all up.



It was a general clean-up day for me around the place, and I admit to being tuckered. Pretty pleased at what I got accomplished but still tired.

In other news, Mark brought home a momma cat with four kittens. Ten cats, eight alpacas (soon to be ten), and now we're adding at least one llama (I want two: one for the guys' pen, one for the girls') and possibly a horse. I remember when I was overwhelmed at the thought of getting a cat. A cat.

I better get my goats. That's all I'm sayin'.

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[maystone.livejournal.com]

Come and get 'em :) Mark is keeping the mini-Holmes one, but there are three others: a tabby (with Pixel's tail), a grey, and a lovely tabby/tortie mixture. At least that's what they look like now. They don't even have their eyes open yet. Very, very cute.

You know you want one. Simon wants one. Maybe Elizabeth. Youuuuuuuuuuu.

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