Finally, we got over freezing. I’m glad. Sorry,  I even looked at the thermometer this morning; I didn’t want to miss the sun’s warmth.

I took my first bathrobe morning walk with Zip, and I was in my bathrobe. Maria says she’s too warm. I don’t know how a Long Island girl could be such a natural farm girl in the winter. She never gets cold.

Donkeys relaxing in the warmer temps.

Fate is waiting for Maria to come out of the woods. She rarely leaves the sheep out of sight.

Our landscape sunrise.

Zip liked the sunrise; he was out early hanging. The cold and frozen ground made his hunting rough. A friend said Zip looked pregnant, but I don’t think so. He was taking advantage of some winter fat. He does love mice, rats, and moles.

Sun up

Zip is back on the back door table, ready to join me on our morning lounges. No one has forgotten; he is back at his daytime post. Zip loves the winter and playing and chasing moles just under the snow.