It's going to be hot, today, so I'm planning on sipping some wine and catching up on my reading in the shade of the Maple tree. I anticipate some tiny, furry company. I'll have a bowl of water for them. They are much too young for wine.

It's hard to believe that it will be a week, Tuesday morning, since I found him unresponsive in the yard.

At least there seem to be terms established in their minds that there is an alternative mom who has food, shelter and love.

Cuteness is such good therapy.

When I saw mom was gone, I'd go to the shelter to check on them. Once their ears unfolded and their eyes opened I'd talk to them and attract their attention so they'd look at me. When they were about 2 weeks old and becoming active, I'd pick them up, just for a few seconds, and give them some gentle scritches. They knew from a very early age that I wasn't a threat.

Just like Arthur, Tudor would always climb over his siblings and come to the shelter opening when he'd hear my voice.

You certainly have your hands full foe a few weeks! But in a really good way!

you are stealing our hearts. Enjoy your wine and book outside on a lovely 😊 day.

they can have it LOL

But he does enjoy that pate/goat milk slurry!

they are fortunate to have you