Sunday leftovers

Before we begin with the week's leftovers, a great big thanks to all of you 

for your comments and appreciation of the videos I posted on Thursday and Friday. 

Lesson learned: next time I'm at a loss for blog fodder, just take the video camera out to the barn 

for a few minutes of "this is what goes on here."

 A gang of four has been in residence all week – these three
(two young males and a young female, judging by their horns)...

...under the close supervision of this big buck. 

Whatever he says goes, and when he says, "Run!"...

 ...they say, "How fast?"

 Then I yell out, "Junior!" And whichever one stops is Junior for the day.

I have no idea if any of them really is Junior, but I like to think whomever stops

and makes meaningful eye contact recognizes my voice and remembers me fondly.

 

When last we saw Mrs. Hughes, she was sitting atop a hidden stash of 26 eggs.

The little bugger hasn't laid a single egg since ... that I can find. You don't want to know

how many treasure hunts I've conducted in the front yard that have turned up empty.

 Lady Mary and Edith have resumed their egg-laying in one of the regular nesting boxes...

 ...when they're not busy doing other things.

The biggest event of the week ... ok, maybe the fall ... happened Friday. I hauled Hank and Lucy to the vet 

for their annual checkups. No matter how many times I make the trip, I still agonize over it 

as if the world is going to end, and it never gets any easier. But as usual, it was completely uneventful,
the x-rays of Hank's knee looked no worse than last year, and they both got gold stars for being
such cooperative patients. The bad news is that I have to do the trip all over again in a couple of weeks,
this time with George and Alan. The fun and excitement just never ends.