Sunday, February 2, 2014

When temperatures hit 40 degrees...

The temperature rises above 40 degrees and the sheep, after spending days in the paddock area, amble toward the pastures.

Snow still covers the grass, so there is no grazing. But there is running and leaping and twisting in the air.

The hens, too, are eager to move about. Several test their wing strength and fly onto the stall rails.

One even lays an egg.

I, too, dressed in just a windbreaker, and no hat or gloves, run about and celebrate the warmth.

But I am reminded that I do not have hooves or exposed toenails, and I slide on the melting snow and go crashing to the ground.

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