Babies

Gotcha! I'll bet you thought I was going to give you an account of all the babies that have been born in this family, didn't you? Nooo

but we are going to talk babes, some expected, some not.

Do you see our first? It's that little feline sitting on the platform watching a baby robin in the lawn. I was waiting for him to go into stalk-mode, and was wondering why he was being so patient, and still in the upright position rather than hiding.

Lo and behold, it was because he was not alone. Nor was I...he is not just one kitten on the lurch, but
4, yes, not one but four kittens are living right under my nose in the barn. We use the barn for storage of the lawn mower, lumber, gardening supplies, more lumber, Christmas lawn deer, and 3-4 four-wheelers, my wheel borrow, antiques too many and my potting bench. It was not meant for mama cats to bear their young. They must feel it is a safe haven, for this is the second summer we have had a cat family take up residence. They sure are cute tho., so how can I possibly ask them to leave. Had I known they were here, I would have tamed them as babies for the GrandLoves to cherish. They are already about 7-8 weeks old and are as wild as their mother.
Baby sister to the little buck fawn that was unfortunately smucked on the highway a couple weeks ago, was grazing amongst the round bales in the field this morning. She's a cutie. As soon as she saw me, she started doing the dosey-doe around the bales like they were dance partners.
The feeders were busy as this youngster, a Northern 3-toed Woodpecker, kept hopping from one feeder to the next. He's a quiet fella, and really quite friendly. They usually are, until they learn more of the signs of danger, like a cat lurking about or a gal with a camera in hand sneaking closer and closer.
At the farm, there was a family of young partridge skipping from branch to branch in this thicket by the pond. My brother and I counted at least 4 of them. Already, they know when to take flight.
The partridge and the fawns won't last long at the farm, sad to say. There is a pack of wolves hunting daily in Mom's woods. This track was from within the hour Mom had returned from town until I had arrived at 9:30 in the morning. They obviously are doing a lot of hunting in broad daylight. It's scary, as Mom often will walk down her 1/4 mile driveway to get her mail without protection.
So it goes, in our neck of the woods.

Have a safe day

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