The hair got to me today.
The Haflingers have this amazing ability to grow more than an inch of hair a month.
So, every morning, I was greeted by the mohawks.
(Jet, pictured above, and Lily, below)
The girls look like they're ready for an Arctic winter.
"At least you can be pretty when you greet the snow," I tell them as I cut, cut, cut and watch mane hair, ear tufts and chin hair fall to the ground.