Minnie rubbing against Winston Jr., trying to get him up. Lenore and Brutus is one thing,
 but how do you explain a bond between a rooster and a formerly feral barn cat?

  Life on a farm is so strange sometimes. This afternoon I was out taking photos of Winston Jr.,  who was posing proudly for me, and a few hours later I was shooting him. In general, I do not get attached to roosters or chickens, but Winston Sr. is quiet a presence and is sort of the Grand Vizier of the farm. He is sure beat up.