It was Sunday morning around 9:00. I headed out with my camera to find the herd,
in hopes they would be doing something blogworthy.
They were not. Rather than stir them up and force the issue, I stood back and waited for something to happen.
*humming Final Jeopardy theme song*
Apparently they had spent so much time huddled in the barn together trying to stay warm last week,
they were all in need of some personal space.
Hank: Alone at last...except for that paparazzo back there.
Lucy: It feels so stinkin' good to be out here among my peeps.
No more infirmary pen for me. My leg feels just fine.
Now if mom would just stop watching my every step and worrying about me, we could all relax.
Alan: I'm not sleeping. I'm just resting my eyelids.
George: Maybe I should lie down before I fall down. No, that would take too much energy.
Lucy stretches! This is the most exciting thing to happen so far...
...until George farts.
George: Please tell me you're not going to post that.