The continuing exploits of Mr. Finnegan as he conquers the world with his cuteness.

There are those times when happiness must not be restrained. To sit on top of a bale of hay is most decidedly one of those times.

Is there anything better?

A bale of hay is like a tidy package of promises. For our goats it is the promise of nutritious fodder for winter. For the local tractor owner it is the promise of cash money for baling our hay. For me it is the promise of good times and boundless adventure, for where is the man who will say to me: “Thus far and no farther!”.

Sitting atop my vertiginous aerie I see no such man, only the boundless sky where eagles soar. And I laugh!