Bitter Cold

I have just come from feeding all the babies. It is bitter cold the round pen is covered with the frozen moisture that hung in the air last night. The huge pussy weeping pussy willow tree is aglow with the silver on silver pink. The poor horses are not dealing well with the construction of a house behind us and are on full alert, refusing to eat their breakfast. Thomas, Slinky and Buluga are snuggled in...I am sure the cats think that the rodents are frozen still and would not make fun for thrill killing. The fireplace seems to call them all into a pile on Buluga's bed. I thought I would share a photo of the farm on a frosty day. Even the Alpacas appear to resent the return of the bitter cold...As only yesterday all creatures great and small bathed in the wonderful sunshine, something we have seen only for fleeting moments over the last 3 months