Despite all the snow, our hens are really producing- thanks to the younger group now laying in full force.
Somersault running down the shoveled path when I call.
Homeschooling allowed us to jump in the van one cold weekday morning to see triplets minutes after the third was born. That day morning studies were replaced by watching newly born lambs become acquainted with the world and playing games in front of the wood stove to warm up once back home.
There has been a lot of sledding happening on the hill beside us this winter. Semi-thaws during the day make for fast sledding at night. All manner of sleds (including this homemade one) can be seen zooming down the hill while adults play human shied to potential crashes at the bottom.
Tradition: a birthday sign. My boy turned eleven and I'm not sure how I feel about it.
Anxious to see where I'm shoveling to next.
A (horrible) picture of an Eastern Screech Owl (in red morph) sitting in the broken out window of our barn. We're hoping it has made the barn it's home. To get a better idea of what they look like (and sound like), go here.Pin It