The other night since I am a white fur winged fairey, I was sitting upon that lily in your yard and happened to see a small campfire in the middle of the pen. Yarrow, undies, the chuck and the collareds were all gathered round. Yarrow had her stick in the flame with a big cricket on the end, and they were chating. They seemed a bit sad, maybe lonely, told me you have been ignoring them past few days. Come on Johnee thats not nice, get out there in the PEN and play with them they miss you, One night you will go out and find them gone ! LOL



