The winter seems to have turned hard and cold, for me, for so many others. The sheep and donkeys miss grazing, they seem restless and frustrated to be penned into the Pole Barn. There is nothing much we can do for them, they will have to tough it out like the rest of us.

Pumpkin,  Biddy and Izzy were waiting for me when I came out to check on their water late this afternoon, I think they were hoping for something more. Fate and Red came out with me, but the sheep just lined up in hope and expectation. I had nothing for them.

We are expecting about eight inches of snow tonight, the Weather Channel forgot to name the storm, so nobody is frightened of it. “I’ll call it winter,” said one of the cashiers at Stewart’s, the convenience store in town.