Are you sure it isn't feeding time yet?
Hazel and some of the other very large ladies are enjoying the sun and waiting for their Big Day.
This dish? He is empty.
White Cat is waiting for chow. Notice he does not look thin or needy, yet he feels he should be eating. :-/ He is the most recent arrival at the barn, appearing last summer. We tend to accumulate cats. We sure don't seek to acquire them, but they come every year. Sometimes kittens, sometimes adult cats. Being a farm on a country road is a lightening rod for people (and I use the term loosely) to drop off their unwanted cats. Usually very nice cats who are probably dumped through no fault of theirs other than wanting, gee, I don't know... some food and care? Anybody friendly enough to catch is taken to the vet for FIV/FeLV testing, and if they get a passing grade they are vaccinated and neutered and dewormed and treated for ear mites and brought back to lead a very lucky life. As long as you get along with the other cats, you can have a chance to stay. Catching a mouse now and then really looks good on the old resume, too.
And here are all 102 ewe fleeces waiting for attention. Many are the reserved, covered handspinning fleeces. The rest are Cotswold fleeces, many of which will also go to spinners, but they aren't yet spoken for. Some are bound for fleece show/sales events. Some will go for yarn and I *plan* to have Cotswold blankets made this year, too.
First, though, I have to feed some animals.