Little Miss Muffet

That is what we are calling Henry these days.
Yesterday evening, Henry lingered longer than outside. Fred came to the door first to be let in, and that NEVER happens. Usually i need to pry Fred away from the bunnies with a crowbar. So, i went and got my shoes on, and off we went in search of Henry. I suspected he was in the lower field, so that is where i searched first. Sure enough, he was there, chowing down on an unknown substance that i saw the farmer spraying from the back of a truck. Nice. I yelled "HEY!", and he looked up, and RAN back towards the house. Now, mind you, he completely ran AWAY from me, and went the back way to the house. He knows he is not supposed to eat "treats from the heavens", since usually these treats do not come from heaven, but from the ass of some wild animal.
Well, i had NO idea what the farmer had been spraying, so i walked over to the neighbors house to ask if they knew. Turns out it was just the whey from the local cheese factory down the street. They spray it on our local cattle ranchers hay fields, and it fertilizes his crops. And lord knows Henry likes his dairy. So i felt better...Henry was just eating his cruds and whey...no need to induce vomiting.