The ice had frozen the water puddles in the chicken pens and the hens looked comical as their bulbous bodies slipped and skidded. They congregated in a group like radicals plotting an uprising, the Rhode Island Red rooster Adolf in the center of the noisy rabble, strutting and tossing his bright red wattle, he'd have been waving his red and green tail if he still had it, the ladies have very disrespectfully eaten it.
Daisy May our little Dexter calf in her red headcollar snuggled up with Macho the young buck and her best buddy, trying to keep warm. Lamb Chop irreverently tried to join the buddy snuggle, he tried climbing over them, he tried busting up the toasty twosome and eventually settled down to chew his cud by the gate, within bawling distance from the carrot treats.
We had a farm vist yesterday, a family who has roots in Blackpool ......my English hometown, my home in my other life. The little girl was left wide eyed in awe at the size of the shire horses thundering accross the field in a flat out gallop, giggled and laughed out loud at the chickens scrumming and squabling for treats and tentatively held out her hand to feed Rodney the ram and his ladies. Our ewes are looking very rotund at the moment, their lambs are due next month, another season starting on the farm.
Well, my wedding invitation hasn't arrived yet but I guess it's still stuck in the snowstorm in New York, I can wait. Time to go, looks cold out there, hopefully the sun will shine this afternoon. Take care, keep warm. M