The boys are now practicing their fighting skills, though a few of the younger ones are sporting hematomas and painful poke marks on their flanks (which is awful)...poor little teenagers! Thankfully, the fawns are only gently pushed away from desired corn piles. Sunday was so pretty at the farm. The lighting was perfect, I could have stayed out there all day.Fawns are always weary of the cats, staring and stomping... slowly approaching as though a tiny cat is going to eat them!
Beautiful Callie perched on a fence post...staying away from her ex-boyfriend...Daddy Cat!
The only negative moment was discovering a poor victim of big Daddy Cat's prowess. It is surprising that as fat as he is, he can outwit a chipmunk, but then again, this was a very fat chipmunk, the largest I have seen...hmmm, maybe it is the corn!