After four months of eating nothing but pasture, Lucy and the boys have resumed eating hay.
It will take awhile to use up all the bales piled on the back porch,
but I've finally made a dent in the stack.
Smooch likes the elevated view.
She can keep an eye on all the gaps...
...and stalk mice from her warm and comfy spot in the sun.
The new arrangement comes with a price, however.
There's that itchy-all-over feeling when hay gets stuck in places you didn't know you had.
And who hasn't walked across a haystack and not had a leg or two fall through?
Now if I could only harness the energy Smooch uses hopping on and off the stack
to help me move bales to the barn...