|Agnes, Mary, and Abe back in the corral at Bluestem Farm|
With Molly and Jake locked in the barn for forced family therapy, I'm making regular trips to the round bale to pull off their hand- delivered rations. More than once when I have pulled the gate shut, it hasn't latched, but last night is the first time anyone has gotten out. I think the north wind blew the gate open and invited them to explore.
|Young oak tree in our back yard|
Scott noticed the tracks before sun-up this morning and followed them all around the yard by flashlight. When he traced them back to the herd, they were contentedly munching hay at the feeder, having determined that there is indeed, NO grass on the other side. Had there been grass showing, they may have lingered, but with a thick coat of snow, the yard was no more interesting than their own pastures.
The birds are active and more visible with the snow. They've found my suet feeder in the oak tree, and something of interest in the compost pile.
I'm truly grateful for all the dry, 50 degree days we've had this winter, but now with a little snow, I can finally stop watering my fruit trees!
|Male cardinal sheltering in the oak|