The blanket has become itchy; the ground in the turn-out area muddy and deep; the donkey is cranky; life has become boring; and, the sheep are just plain stupid IMO.
And then one morning we wake up to six inches of snow. Oh, glory be! Every animal and person on the farm breathes a sigh of relief. The brown is gone, covered by a crystal white as pure as light in a short winter’s day. The mood is lifted. Even the donkey’s. Of course, the sheep are still stupid because they don’t seem to notice anything different.
Is there really anything better than a roll in the snow? No snow angels here but horse angels instead. A face full of the white stuff feels good. It’s cool to the touch. It’s in my nose. It’s on my belly. Legs in the air!
What’s that sheep looking at? Stupid sheep. They have no horse sense.
Photos: Tater and Moralecia playing in the snow. Katahdin ewe doesn’t get it
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“That’s what it really is if you look hard. A forest of large stumps.” Farmer Greg stood up against one of them so I could take a photo for size comparison. I looked up at the sky through the branches of trees that looked pretty big all the same and imagined a landscape of larger trees with dense understory of moss and ferns. I must have been an amazing thing to see.