If Fate doesn’t remind me when it’s time to feed the sheep and donkeys and cats, then Minnie will. Yesterday she stood at the back door knowing I was in the house, looking in at feeding time.
And of course, when Minnie and Flo eat, the hens now expect a little snack too.
Somehow it just dawned on me that whenever I go outside the house, and even inside the house, there are always animals around. Most of the time they’re content to do their own thing, but at feeding time, they get demanding.
Nothing tells time better than a human-fed domesticated creature. (No offense, Timex.)
That’s for sure Amy, you can set your Timex to it:)