Java taking a break with one eye on the house door, and one eye on the neighbor's house (the odd neighbor). She's counting the seconds until I tell her how fabulous she is.
Ready to hunt the paddocks for manure. I'm one with the pitchfork and muck bucket. Mr. Java's Mom calls it poo patrol. Java leaves her manure mounds intact... and Sun mushes his into oblivion in the paddock. Less easy poo patrol with it mushed in, but how boring things would be with out a challenge like that. Keeps my eye hand coordination with the pitch fork in tip top shape. I bet if we all got together and played tennis using pitch forks we would rock out.