The ram watches me expectantly as I work in the garden.
He's waiting for me to toss him the weeds that I pull. Dandelion greens are his favorite, though he's not that picky. If hay is your staple, you appreciate variety.
The reason for Trick the Cat's company is less obvious.
Maybe he finds the fenced-in garden a haven where he can roll in dirt and snooze without dog noses.
Last night, when I was planting tomatoes, he wanted a hand in loosening the remains of his winter coat.
Other times, he's content to watch me work.
Sometimes, though, I suspect he's hoping I'll plant another crop of rabbits.