|Michael and Zsa Zsa, RIP|
I think the hawk must have struck and wounded her and she sought refuge in the nesting box and died there. We'll never know, though. Not a speck of blood or any obvious wound.
However, we went home after getting everybody tucked inside the Chicken Hilton and Jerry made ready for his grand experiment: chocolate covered pecans. He's talked about them for years, and we bought some on our recent trip to Fredericksburg and they disappeared suspiciously fast (not that I had anything to do with it).
|Jerry making chocolate covered pecans|
"Well, guess what?" she said, "We have a little kitty."
"One?" I replied.
Yes. It turned out that Skitty Kitty (as I call her), whom I had divined might be in the family way, had delivered herself of a baby at 1:00 AM that morning, under the bed of a brand new weekend resident assistant staying over at the Ranch for the first time by the name of Diana.
"I heard noises under the bed, and then I heard this tiny baby kitty sound, and looked under the bed and the mama kitty was cleaning it off and it was just crying and crying," said Diana.
|Skitty with her baby|
Baby kitty seemed exceptionally large and vigorous to me. I didn't try to pick him or her up. I examined mama and felt two more in there, and sure enough last night they were born. Natalie and Crystal are ecstatic.
|Jerry's chocolate covered pecans|