Sitting with my coffee and the daily news on one quiet spring morning, I unconsciously kept hearing a strange sound …


“Squeeeek … squeak … squeak … “


Suddenly I realized this was a real sound; I jumped up and began to track down the squeak's source. I stole around the corner, and there, in the middle of my lawn, were Touché and Mona – grazing. They would each bow their heads to the ground and pull with all their might. "Squeak - chomp - chomp. "