He is back to the weight he should be and getting around great. Though he has taken up a habit I don't like. Biting. He grabs my clothes and shoes and hangs on. I guess he expects me to keep having treats in my pocket. 
On the plus side, the huge, delicious eggs are starting to produce nice, neat little targets. Meat for the fall harvest. If I run out of freezer room, I'll build a smokehouse.I sure hope so because with the warmer weather I want to wear shorts and a t-shirt.
