Ahhh, Christmas is done, celebrated, gifts exchanged, goodies made, and we still get to have pumpkin bread for breakfast every morning. We decrease the sugar in the pumpkin bread recipe and then make up for it by drinking egg nog, mmmm.
I like this story in pictures: How the finns looked after the first blizzard, holed up out in the pasture shed-- refusing to come out --
until Emily blazed them a trail by walking back and forth to the hay we'd set out:
We had his parents in a breeding group again this year, so we hope for another polled brother of Aspen's. That's the way it goes.
At Christmas, my brother mentioned bad weather coming again next weekend-- so we broke up sheep breeding groups yesterday rather than wait a week. Our choice is often Christmas weekend, since we have everone home to help herd animals here and there. This year, more than half the work was shoveling a ton of snow so that 16' gates would swing open (did you get a visual on that?) when sheep left an area-- and 2' wide paths for them to get from one barn to another as we shuffled them around. Our barns are about 100 feet apart. The snow is about 3' deep everywhere-- the sheep were in chasms as high as their backs, trotting down the alleys between our barns as we directed them. All went well.
Today, frost has covered the trees and it is drifting down, sparkling like glitter in the sunshine.
Happy New Year to everyone.