The world is covered in at least six inches of white this morning. Thank you Mr Weatherman, for warning me that there might be a few flurries and maybe a half inch of accumulation.
Watcher was ecstatic. When I took him out to do his business last night he took one look at the snow and started running in big circles as fast as he could, jumping into the air and biting at the falling flakes, then sprinting over to jump up on me trying to get me to play. This is how I ended up running around the yard in the dark like a crazy person playing chase with an absolutely giddy puppy. He’s getting very good at those collie mind tricks.
The sheep are less impressed. They do not approve of deep snow. Deep snow = no grass = unhappy sheep. When you’re as short as a Soay sheep, deep snow can also make it hard to walk through the drifts.
“It’s a conspiracy to make me eat this nasty hay, isn’t it?”
She decided to thwart my evil scheme and go out anyway. She didn’t get very far.
“Y’know, maybe that hay isn’t so bad…”
She took everyone back in to eat, but the rest of the time I was outside she’d run out every few minutes, yell at me, then run back to the Clubhouse. Just to make sure I was aware of her dissatisfaction with the whole situation.
Duke didn’t bother to leave the Clubhouse this morning, he just started stuffing hay in his mouth the minute it entered the feeder. The rest of the boys followed me, though.
“I think I might need some extra crunchies to keep warm.”
Is it just me, or are almost all of my pictures of Neo taken with the camera pointed straight down as he nibbles on my coat?
I’m not sure why Liam follows me around, he doesn’t get crunchy treats from my hand and wouldn’t take them if I offered them. I suppose he follows me because his friends all follow me.
“I don’t need extra crunchies! I’m carrying all this hay around in my wool to keep me warm!”
Yikes, Liam! One disadvantage of white sheep that I’m discovering is that they show dirt. Brown sheep always look pretty clean until you wash the wool and see all the dirt that floats out of it.
Barney’s trailing behind because he makes a detour every morning by his favorite back-scratching tree. He comes shouldering his way through the crowd soon enough, though.
“Out of my way, Liam! You’re between me and my crunchy treats.”
Don’t get between Barnabus and his crunchy treats. Just don’t.
Since I am not wearing several inches of wool or fur, I intend to wait out the snow by staying inside as much as possible and drinking lots of hot tea, hot chocolate, hot cider…
When will it be spring?