Connor wasn't all that pleased that he was outside. Note the pout.
And he didn't know how to get to the door. He did however linger around me quite a lot.
I did plop him in the middle of a filed where he gave me death stares while I took pictures of him.
I hope to do this more often on sunny dandelion days. Take the buns outside that is until they get more comfortable.
Right now I am just pleased that they see me as a safe spot and retreat to my leg or lap for safe keeping. Because you never know what dangers may lay in the backyard of a suburban home with a moat.