This is the end of April. I should not look out my back door in the morning and see this:
This is far too much snow for the end of April. Any amount of snow is too much for the end of April. Watcher loves the snow, but the sheep are decidedly on my side of the argument.
“Mommy! Where’s the grass?! It’s all gone since yesterday!”
Mira followed me around yelling at me at the top of her (considerable) lungs the whole time I was out there. Clearly the snow was all my fault and I should do something about it. It didn’t take her long to notice that on the other side of the lane the trees had prevented most of the snow from reaching the ground and there was still green grass.
“Hey! There’s grass over there! Why is all the grass over there?”
And it didn’t take the others long to notice what Mira was looking at.
“Hey! Hey! There’s grass over there! We should go out there!”
Normally I make fun of them for thinking the grass is greener on the other side of the fence, but in this case it was true. The view of the pastures looked like this:
And the view 180 degrees in the other direction looked like this:
Still too snowy for April, but not remotely as barren. The sheep were very grumpy that I wouldn’t let them out in the road and doomed them to starve in an unseasonably frozen wasteland.
“I am the queen and I say there is some bad shepherding going on around here!”
The snow was already starting to melt and should be gone by noon, but I put hay out anyway to prevent outright revolt.
“We are saved!”
Given the dire conditions, the dogs decided I needed a two-collie escort back to the house.
“Come on, hurry up! I want to get to the dry porch!”
But my “escort” quickly got distracted by the joy of tussling in the snow and fell behind.
“I’m gonna bite your ears!”
Echo doesn’t like the snow much either and ran ahead to the porch as soon as he could escape from the tussle, but Watcher loves the snow and stayed on watch.
“You go inside, I’ll keep an eye on things out here!”
Currently he’s barking his head off and refusing to come in because the sheep are running around in circles and jumping up to snatch leaves off of the snow-burdened tree branches without his permission. He appears to be having the time of his life. At least somebody’s having fun.