At the arboretum yesterday, we saw a couple of tame turkeys first thing. The man in the office told us they belong to a man on the next farm over. They came by to eat some delectable grass seeds, apparently.
I love the red grasses this time of year- they don’t really show their color until the flowers are done.
And when we got home we found this. Cool weather makes for friendly feline cohabitation. Ishmael even washed Kitten Britches’ head. And here, for comparison, is Ishmael last October 12, when he was a kitten living all by himself in the woodpile: