Julius, who is less than a month old, was putting the moves on ewe lambs three times his age and twice his size. He is nothing if not persistant.

As he pursued the unreceptive girls (who probably think he has the sheep equivalent of cooties or something), they inadvertantly chased Baron, the lonely turkey, around the yard. Baron's mate, Betty, was a native Vermonter with an independent streak. She promptly flew away when she got the chance. Not the sort of behavior you tend to expect in a domestic turkey but, again, Vermont bird. Needless to say, Baron's wings are clipped just in case. Which is why he's not as majestic as he'd like you to think.

Meanwhile, as Julius' mother, Ginnie...

...and his Aunt Matilda...

...looked on, kittens Lorna (the calico) and Pietro (the gray) came out to play.

Their sister Wanda (Yes, that's the comic book connection, right there.) hung back, as usual. She's a little shy.

The sheep played with the cats, too. Sheep and cats get along surprisingly well, though the kittens don't always appreciate the attention.

And Baron continued to wander around, because that's his main function, on the farm. Wandering around, eating bugs, and wishing he had a girlfriend. It's a mundane life, but at least he doesn't have to worry about Thanksgiving.

So ends this pointless Critterblogging session.
Yes, this is procrastination. I haven't written anything about last week's comic books yet (and I still haven't read Manhunter). To be honest, I feel like I'm running out of ways to say what amount to the same things over and over again...
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