Pockets’ Pail
Pockets was out for a break from the babies before a few folks stopped over for a milking demo. She had been quietly minding her own business nibbling a leaf here and a garden plant there. Some awkward conglomeration of noise ensued and it sounded a bit like someone had slipped on a banana peel and slid into a stack of pots and pans, except there were more hooves involved. We looked back and it looked at first like nothing had happened until I...
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