I have some beautiful kitties who live in the hay mow. They are shy and some won't let me hold them. I try to put my hands on them at least once a day when I'm putting out food to get them used to human contact. The kitties are earning their keep in many ways. When I bought this barn it was inhabited by many, many pidgeons who perched on the hay elevator track and covered the floor with poop. The kitties chased them into the silos, then went to work on clearing them out of there. When I moved in here with my sheep and their grain, the rats thought it was party time. No parties, no rats. Thank you, kitties. I know you pick off my chicks once in a while, but I forgive you.
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