Today is Liberation Day for the Barn Cats, right around the time of the Vernal Equinox as usual. Animals live by the light, they are the clocks of the seasons. During the cold and snowy days, they couldn’t want to get into the basement, where it is relatively warm and dry.

Ever since the sun got strong, the light more direct, they don’t wish to come in at all. They sit out in the sun for as long as it’s on the porch, then they move into the shadows for the night.

Flo still likes to sleep int he woodshed and in the upper eaves of the barn, Minnie sleeps on hay bales, the highest ones. They don’t be back in the basement until November.

I am especially drawn to the barn cats, they are a fascinating mix of wild and sort of domesticated. They are independent, murderous and tough as nails. Just ask Bud. They are more than a match for a Boston Terrorist, as many people call them.