At whom is pregnant Missy smirking?
|"What's wrong with those dogs?"|
Well it must be the boys in their winter coats...
|"Hey Mom, my butt's a little cold!"|
a sight she has never seen before.
|"I can't run in this silly thing!"|
We have not had winter weather this cold for a few years.
With temperatures this low, I thought it prudent to put coats on the boys
as they accompanied me on my morning rounds.
(Yes, Sammy's coat is a little small!)
|"Do YOU like my coat?"|
Even the horses thought it odd,
and spent quite a while sniffing these strange looking outfits.
(Please excuse the manure piles...I still had that chore to do after pictures.)
|"Smell's funny! What do you mean...'how can we tell?'"|
With the extra hay provisions given to the horses at night,
I am met by oodles and oodles of frozen manure in the mornings....
some of which requires a pick-axe to un-earth.
It has been so cold this week, that the Frat boys
(my extra roos) have been spending much of their day in our garage with Bobby cat.
Ole Roy is still hanging in there...
spending most of his time in the henhouse,
with an occasional visit to the chicken yard.
I am no chicken diagnostician, but he acts as though he has had a stroke.
As long as the other roosters leave him alone,
I will keep him with the hens.
They at least provide a little diversion for him.