We all made it home.
To MY home.
Momma Deer, King, Kit, and the raccoons. Oreo didn’t want to come, which, probably was a good thing.
(You understand…that nervous lifting of his tail, just might, MIGHT, make for some not pleasant adventures at our farmhouse.)
Mindy met us at the grain bins. She was very surprised to see the ‘whole gang’ arrive.
She hissed and meowed and ran off the moment she saw Kit.
The Raccoons were delighted to find all the apricots
just lying around for the eating.
Momma and King settled right in on my Mom’s yard
munching along on fun new tastes.
Kit started hunting in Mindy hunting spots for mice,
so Mindy took off. She said Kit can have the haystack area, she will take the gardens.
So, there you have it.
The end of my adventure at a very elderly age.
Home again, Home again.
Boomer Beaglie a.k.a. Sherlock Brown