It snowed awhile back and I’m still not sure what to say about it. I’ve seen snow before but this one was really big. It’s long gone, but we’re still talking about it.
Everybody meaning the sheep, that is. Charlie & Hamish are the only ones who miss it and want more.
While the flock hung around the barn with the hens, like a bunch of wusses, Charlie & Hamish chased each other around the new fluffy snow. While it was snowing. They do have their own barn, and hardly any snow piled in there, but they were intent upon making the most of the snowy extravaganza.
While we were standing around our fire pit, roasting marshmallows to keep warm, Charlie & Hamish napped in the snow. Okay, I lied about the marshmallows, and it was a heat lamp not a fire pit, but the imagery is better. The snow napping happened, though.
It turns out wild ducks, at least mallards, are tougher than we are. For once, the Farm Manager didn’t invite them into our barn to eat our food. They got the regular treat, straight cracked corn. It’s really just a pick-me-up because they eat whatever wild ducks eat. Little green things and maybe some bugs. A fish.
To tell you the truth, Charlie & Hamish ate most of the corn. Charlie, I mean Charlie ate most of the corn. He’s always hungry.