Fate went to work in her first snow, and her first ice storm this morning, I was struck to see that she behaved just like Red – she sat and guarded the sheep as the ice gathered on her head and coat and whispers, she didn’t move. The Winter Pasture arrived this morning, followed by a truly nasty ice storm. Nothing much is moving out there, including us.  The birds are all over my feeder. We are shoveling and scraping.