The weekend is winding down again...it's been a quiet, pleasant one. Yesterday afternoon and this morning I spent some time snow plowing; we're clear all around the house, have free access to the woodshed, can get to the pasture and to Rupert's place, and the driveway is more or less at its orignal width.
Rupert's not a big fan of the snow, though he does venture outside for hay. I did some snow shovelling in his pen to make him some walking room. He also has free access to the pasture, and doesn't mind the area where Buck tromps down the snow.
The greenhouse has survived it's first winter; its steep roof pitch does a great job of shedding snow.
Buck is hanging on to his winter coat. By this time last year, he was beginning to shed.
Mike is somewhere in Colorado; the weather is good and the roads are bare.