Not permanently, alas, but Farmer Tom is going to the beach the first week of August and then is going to spend two months hiking the Appalachian Trail, so I will be in sole control of The Farm while he is gone. With such power comes great responsibility, so I am trying to come up with some radical changes to The Farm that Farmer Tom will be unable to reverse. Or maybe not. Anyway, I will be very Farm-busy over the next couple months. Meanwhile, Farmer Tom will be sleeping in this:
He calls it his "hotel room." Given how bears have become use to hikers and campers hanging their food in a tree in an attempt to avoid attracting bears, I call it "ursine buffet."