Last week we got our hay for the winter. 120 bales stacked to the rafters in the barn. I was wondering if Minnie would be able to find her way through them. She spends many of her days sleeping on the hay bales.
This afternoon, I heard Minnie before I saw her. And when I looked up, there she was, on top of the hay. I didn’t see how she made her way down, but by the time I filled her bowl with food, she was wrapping herself around my legs.
