Somewhat comical to see a group of senior pygmies on their way to bed, especially from the rear view perspective.
But what is so endearing is that each of these creatures is crippled [except Frankie, taking up the rear in this picture], yet they get up each day and fall into their simple little routine: greet me, I greet them, eat, bang heads with Frankie, eat more, find the fresh hay flake, lie in fresh hay flake and eat lying down. That's it. Their lives are contained now in one barnyard, in a consistent arrangement of events.
