|Grandpa in his trademark bibs with pocket watch.|
Most of the stray cats my grandparents cared for would unpack their bags in the barn. And when a stray dog would come up, it wasn't uncommon for it to take the room in the dog house outside -- if it was available, of course.
When I was about 10 years old, I remember when a litter of scrawny cats found their way to the ramp leading into the milk house. (My grandparents had a small dairy farm.) After grandma and grandpa finished milking the cows the night they arrived, grandpa asked grandma if she would put some milk in an aluminum pie plate for the cats out back who were looking for "rooms in the inn." Grandma and grandpa never were the type to get attached to the strays, but they sure made it clear as responsible farmers, if you can help an animal in need, do it!
|Preparing feed for the pigs.|
|Feeding the horses at dusk.|
|Checking on the Belgian horses in the pasture.|