Just another day on the farm here.
Old Tom’s mood is improving considerably thank goodness.
The cat mint has grown astronomically over the past few days. You can see the look of bliss as Tom cuddles into it. He actually wraps his paws around the stems and breathes in the minty aroma. I guess if he were a human baby you would call it a form of self-settling.
Three ducklings have hatched (don’t know where mother duck was hiding those eggs), and the new chickens are growing like little weeds.
Probably this could be attributed to their liking for cooked barley in the warm mash each morning. They have strong character these little ones too, very feisty.