The forecasters promised us a blizzard and a cold front, and for us at least, they were half-right. We didn’t get  blizzard, although many did, but we did get a coldfront, it’s a whopper, straight out of the arctic, Maria and I were numb after just a few minutes outside. The sheep were hungry and restless, Red has his work cut out for him, keeping them still and at bay until Maria could get the hay into the feeder.