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What Season Is It?

19 Feb

We seem to be in a winter storm Thursday pattern.  And maybe a thunderstorm Tuesday.  It’s crazy.

Sunset after last Thursday’s snow

And we keep going between snow and mud.

Goats weren’t happy their pasture was covered again on Saturday morning.

I have to say, I’m really not a fan of the snow storm during the work week part–it’s been some pretty dicey driving.  In fact, I almost stopped and came home Friday morning, but I didn’t.

By Sunday morning, everyone was out in pasture again.

On my way home that afternoon, there was a pickup on its side in the median right where I thought about turning around.  (Kinda wish I’d gone and taken a picture of that.)

The goats try to find places where they don’t have to be in mud.

As soon as it’s done snowing, it melts.

Popcorn trying to keep his hooves dry.

Last Tuesday we had probably between a half to three-quarts of an inch of ran.

What do you mean my beak is a muddy mess?

That means mud.

Ms. Goose is the only one who likes the mud.

She’s not quite as happy that when it got cold her pool froze and its still solid and stuck to the ground.  Hopefully, I can get it taken care of soon.  Because she needs a bath again!

My maple tree is not supposed to be budding out in February.  That’s insane.

And this week is looking like it will have a similar pattern.

If we have to have the bad weather, I think I’d even rather have it on the weekends, so I don’t have to drive.

A Basking Weekend

13 Feb

Saturday was bright and sunny.  It was rather breezy, but if you found a patch of sun out of the wind, it was perfect for basking.

Dolly

Cupid

Aphrodite

Hera

On the east side ofthe barn: Hilda, Rosie, Purl, Caroline, Venus, and Cutie; Heidi eating

Ostara

Astra

South of the barn: Onyx, Victoria, Wanda, and Hera and Ostara

Athena

And the goats were certainly taking advantage of the basking weather to lounge around a be lazy.

Another Hoarfrost Morning

21 Jan

I woke this morning to another very white day.  There was fog and hoarfrost.

even the icicles have hoarfrost on them

could barely see the windmill up north

Penelope eating a corn leaf

Frodo looking through a spiky gate

Sky–his jolly ball stands out against all the white

old oak leaves that didn’t fall to the ground

blue jay in the plum tree

sparrow in the maple tree

leftovers from the rain/ice/snow storm we had–now covered in hoarfrost

I will say it makes for beautiful scenery.