While in the dog run for feeding time, I saw the sheep in their usual place in front of the barn door, and, as usual, I did a quick nose count. About the time I got to the last of the big sheep, a small body popped up that was not Good Cat. Then, another, also not Good Cat.
Good ol' Willa, with her few hour old boys Egbert and Eivar.
Why yes, I am a big 'Vikings' fan. Why do you ask?