Somehow, Zip always gets the last word. Maria was out in the barn stacking firewood, and Zip hopped up on the tarp and startled her by crawling under it. She saw it moving and thought it must be some kind of wild animal. It was just Zip, who then ran over to the fencepost between the barn and the pasture gate, hopped up, and held court for 20 minutes or so. He manages to be everywhere at once and the center of attention everywhere he is.

We went far out into the back pasture to look for wildflowers, and we were surprised to see Zip in the middle of the hill. He looked around and decided to stay there for a while; he must have spotted something to hunt.