Mary Knobbins is an ornery, obnoxious beast who makes trouble where there isn't any. I had to change her pen last year because there simply was too much to entice her. She flipped a tire over on herself and I thought she had run away, anyhow. So it's winter, Mary is in a different, bigger, safer and boring pen. I open her door every morning and she has the ability to come and go. But her pen is just mud. So I am supplement feeding her now. So anyway, she's walking her perimeter in the rain and mud, and somehow she found a store of cherry pits from the neighbors tree. I don't know how.
She even has a guilty look on her face
She even has a guilty look on her face