Birthday morning, Bedlam Farm. On the road.

I am going to an ophthalmologist for cataract surgery. It is my birthday and the mafia is threatening to take me out to dinner to celebrate my birthday if my dilated eyes can see enough to eat the food. She is getting me into the birthday spirit; I was grumpy about it. I am not sure I want to get hung up on my 77th, but I accept it and am ready to join in. See you later. In the photo above, Maria is checking Fannie’s hoof to be sure. Looks good. The last bandage has come off.

Zip, the reigning king of the farm.

Kim, stay calm.

Isher and Ashicar are friends, maybe twins. They act like brothers.