We had our first snow this morning, a think snow. Winter used to arrive with a fury and roar, but now creeps in slowly, gently. Red’s job is to keep the sheep away from the main hay feeder until we bring hay to them in their own feeder. He does this automatically now without being asked and then he waits. Sometimes he is so quiet and still I forget he is out there and have to come back for him. He is always where I left him.