Yesterday, Jack, asleep at the foot of the bed, suddenly raised his head, and let out a long, mournful howl. He was asleep, and didn't wake up until he stopped howling. I spoke to him, he looked at me. He got up and lay down at my shoulder. I spoke soothingly, and stroked his head.
The buffington hen is brooding again this year. She is sitting on at least three eggs. We'll see.
