Cabol told me this morning one of the ducks got three inches (that’s a thousand or so decalitres for you metric folk) off the ground. Is that considered flying?

Feeding grain to the sheep in the morning is even more fun than watching bunnies eat. They both shove their little faces into the bucket and make happy snuffling sounds while scarfing it all down. Then they make sad sounds in the evening when I go in the barn and they realize they won’t be getting more until the next day.