Somewhere between Saturday and Sunday
Autumn packed her bags...
taking her colorful adornments to lands faraway...
and Ole Man Winter, in his drab coat of grey and brown, came to stay.
On Friday the front yard looked like this...
by Sunday, this...
And with this change came howling winds...
winds strong enough to keep the donkeys in their shelter,
rip bark off the trees...
and keep the sheep hunkered down in their woods.
Morning chore time is usually a time for our dogs to play with Dr. Becky's dogs,
as we intersect somewhere around the goat pens.
They run and chase and growl and wrestle...
having just the best time rough-housing with each other.
The big dogs don't intimidate little Miss Daisy one bit.
She joins right in, barking, running and biting their tails.
She may be small, but she is quite brave!
Later in the morning, we braved the cold winds and took our yearly traditional hike
to post the perimeter of our land with "No Trespassing" signs...
in anticipation of the coming hunting season.
A hike in the woods is always exciting for the dogs.
Annie loves the dry leaves
and swims through a gully of them.
We also spent a little time dismantling the present vegetable garden.
The old (rotting) boxes are being systematically removed...
and carted over to the wood chipper.
Come Spring new boxes will be built and the garden will have a complete makeover.
Even Minerva (our trusty scare"ho" will be made over)!
One thing about this farm life...
we never run out of projects!
Comments
Love the pictures of Daisy playing with the big dogs.
Little Daisy's stance says it all. She truly is a brave little one.
Annie just cracked me up playing in the leaves.
Wishing you and yours a joyful Thanksgiving.
blessings dear friend
Penny