The Rancher decided he needed barn cats. The neighbour had kittens in his barn. The kittens were duly moved to the Rancher's barn, then to the barn at the Rancher's mother's place. There is hay stored in both barns, and the Rancher's mom loves kittens, but the Princess doesn't. Every time the Rancher went out to feed the kittens, the Princess tried to have them for breakfast, so the Rancher moved them for their own safety.
The Bag Lady was on her way somewhere the other day and happened to see this bird on the side of the road. There were actually two, but the one on the other side of the road was quicker at getting out of the way. The Bag Lady thinks this is what is referred to as a partridge in these parts. Or it could be a prairie chicken. It's definitely some kind of grouse.
After she took the picture and went on her merry way, she spied a coyote at the end of the road. She hopes he didn't see the grouse. She is choosing to ignore the fact that later on in the day, traveling on the same road, she spied a pile of feathers.