I wanted to start by sharing this photo of the cats this morning.

When I go out to feed them, there are several cats that are now used to me enough that they have become a tripping hazard.

Then there are the others…

If you look way in the back, you can see Squishum, sitting and waiting for me to leave.

That dark patch in the snow beside him?

That’s The Hand.  Sitting in a boot print, peering above the snow.

I swear, The Hand is getting more nervous around people, instead of less!  It used to be that I could at least walk past the feeding area, and he’d just stop eating to watch me, or back off into the dog house.  Now, I can’t even do that.  I come anywhere near the feeding area, he just takes off.

Sadness.  Woe.

Hopefully, in the summer when we can spend more time outside, we will be able to get him comfortable with us.

When putting out the deer feed, I made sure to put some under Eunice, the scary snowman, again.

Eunice has almost completely lost her face in the warmer temperatures.

It wasn’t long after I’d come back in that I saw Mama and the twins at the feed – with Mama going straight to Eunice!  Not bad, considering she wouldn’t go near it, yesterday.

After taking some photos, I sat down with my morning tea in my crochet corner, next to the tripod.  After a few minutes, I looked up to see a big, white furry deer butt!

Now, with white tail deer, when they become alarmed, they flash their tails.  The white fur under their tails bristles.  Think of a cat’s tail when it tries to look threatening.

This deer was facing the spruces, with its tail up and the white fur bristling like it was hit with electricity.  Something was there that was really spooking them.  Not enough to leave, but enough to run off towards the garden.

Next was several minutes of them looking over to that spot in the spruces, stomping their hooves, looking around, staring hard at that spot in the spruces, edging closer, backing off, looking hard at… something.

What was that something?

I had a hunch, and it turned out to be right.

Creeping through the spruces was…

The Mothman, making another rare appearance!

The deer kept stomping and edging closer, and stomping some more.

The Mothman?

Mothman gives no f###s.  Not the least bit intimidated by flashing hooves and stomping feet.  She just sauntered through the piles of feed, even as Mama got brave enough to come over and start eating again.

Eventually, the twins joined her.

They continued to look over at where the Mothman had gone as they ate, and eventually left completely.

A few minutes later – presumably after having visited that cats’ feeding area – the Mothman returned.

After gracing me with a pose for the camera, she slunk away into the spruces again.

Vanished, until her next appearance.

What a gorgeous cat.

The Re-Farmer