Abby/Bucky/Steve
Bucky nodded. He well knew the value of hard work and practice in mastering skills. "Though, no matter how hard I tried I was never close to as good as Steve was at art. I can appreciate it, but not make it."
"They sound like smart alley cats." Bucky said fondly. He liked smart animals. "Though a handful. What do we feed them?" That was a main consideration here. Where they were, they were obviously free grazing. "Do we need to put up a pen for them too?"