I am being observed by one tiny ginger kitten who is crouching behind a post. I scan the barn for more. Failing to spot any I turn to leave when farmer Rex's side kick drives up, cats and kittens appear from every corner, waiting nervously in the shadows until he has unloaded left over from last night "Kentucky Fried Chicken". Some become brave and curl around his legs but avoid me.
They have to share it with the hens however, and one huge cockerel, who's golden feathers glint in the sun. I love to see him strutting his stuff.
The geese are no longer protecting a nest and they don't run forward hissing. I breath a sigh of relief when I have past them.
Bit of that
A very special relationship
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