Curve Ball

You've got to hand it to the old girl; Nature throws a mean curve ball.  The day before, Poppy and the goats were laid out in the sun, soaking up the rays.  Yesterday morning was windy and rainy, and then the snow came in the afternoon, and it came fast and furious.  (But isn't it beautiful?)  Nature also has unerring aim.  It takes a special talent to drop a load of snow from a branch and hit that single spot between your collar and your neck.  Putting the big girls to bed, they were soaked...period. 

Five of the free-range chickens had sought shelter under the barn.  I opened the gate to their pen and called them over.  "We can't!  It's too deep and we're too widdle!  Help us!"  We're talking all of five feet here.  They stood clustered under the eave and dithered like chickens do until I went over and ferried them, one at a time, to their coop.  I must have missed that chore in the fine print in my contract. 

I hope this storm that is still raging this morning blows over by tonight.  The moon is full and will be the closest to earth in its orbit in the last decade, and will appear larger than normal.  I'd like to see that.