Last night, while looking out the back, I noticed movement in a pile of old barn roofing. Peaking closer, I saw it was a mother and her kittens. Robin and I took food out to try and tame them. If successful, I'll clean them up and take them to the humane society. If I took them now they would be determined ferrel, and I'd hate to see them put down. The mom doesn't seem too bad, she actually fell asleep while I was talking to her. The kittens are skiddish so I hope since they are only about 5 weeks old, that they can be gentled.
"Lace, Tucks, Hearts, Bears and some Quilting"
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