The White Queen was not too happy about me lifting up her skirts so I could photograph the new arrival, but at least she didn't peck me. She resigned herself to the indignity, as if she knew the baby was so cute that it just had to be admired. I didn't bother them for long.
Just long enough to get a couple pics. Look at its tiny feet! And it survived its first night; so far, all is well with the world. Timmy is back on her own nest, and I really hope one or two of her eggs hatch, because she so badly wants a peep of her own.
"One thing was certain, that the white kitten had had nothing to do with it--it was the black kitten's fault entirely." (L. Carroll, Through the Looking Glass)
I'm Yankee-Born and Southern-Raised, which makes me kind of Southern Gothic (in the old literary sense of the word). After 15 years in the Big Apple, I spent 4 years on a farm in Michigan raising chickens and llamas and learning to spin, knit, and needle-felt. Now I'm back home in NYC with my much-beloved spouse and one crazy tortiseshell cat. You can also find me on Ravelry.com as okitten.