And where is My food bucket!


Much drama trying to figure out why he wasn’t eating, finally figured out that it was due to the feral cats having used his food dish for, ah, other purposes.

You will note the path he creates every year in the hay field. Ten plus acres and he walks the same path every time.

Hard to believe that his star used to be a nice neat diamond and a short snip on his nose… some twenty and a half years ago!

(and yes, he has a blanket for particularly cold and wet nights, such as last night’s Nor’Easter!)


Back out to pasture, and yes he has his eyes closed!