I seem to gravitate to food and feeding food to others.
It just makes me feel good to see people eat. My people.
No, that’s not it really. I like the act of feeding. I like to FEED people.
This need to feed was probably given to me by my mother. She had a need to feed and, at 81 years old, still finds the act of feeding a hoard of grandchildren or great grands exhausting, but satisfying.
So I guess that it follows that I like to feed our animals too.
The little fatties are beginning to understand that I am bringing them delectable goodies to share with their brothers. So instead of running from me, they are starting to ever so carefully peek out of the hay to see what my white bucket might hold.
It’ll still take some time for them to completely trust me.
But we are making progress.
It won’t be much longer till it will be time for them to be weaned. Then we will really be best friends!
Today’s count: 3.5 gals milk, 49 eggs