It was a beautiful and wonderfully warm weekend here at the old farmhouse and we accomplished so much. We baked, we foraged, we canned, and we even made soap but it all pales in comparison to our time spent with these three little ones. We introduced them to the great outdoors and their first swim, under close supervision, of course.
Let me tell you, they never stop moving. Ever. Well, wait. A loud bird flew overhead and they stopped dead in their tracks, but other than that, never.
When you kneel down on the ground around them, they quickly scurry underneath you. Hiding under a surrogate mom is a study in instinctive survival skills.
Swimming in an old wash tub is a study in cliches. They took to their swimming hole like a duck takes to water. (Insert groan...if you must...it just couldn't be helped.)
And when they dry off in the warm sun and nibble at your toes, your arms, or your camera strap and then curl underneath you for a super quick siesta...you realize they really are cuter than kittens.
But I'll let you decide for yourself.