The weatherman nailed the forecast again; we woke up to at least 4" of snow with more coming down! It's not supposed to last long (it IS almost March in the Willamette Valley), so the first order of business was to take pictures, of course!Hungry juncos.
Buried daffodils and happy Jackson.
Snowy sheep lot.
Douglasfir on the way to the barn.
Then I got busy with chores. Open the henhouse door for the day and check the girls' food and water; hay the horses and pick their stalls and paddocks; feed the cat; feed and water the sheep. WHOA! What in the world? As I walked into the sheep fold, I saw blood first, and then noticed that sheep were everywhere. Braveheart, probably frustrated by being cooped up these last few soggy days, had bashed his way out of his pen, bloodying his bone knobs in the process. He then proceeded to bash on three of the other sheep - Brava, Browning and Butter. Dinah didn't have a mark on her; it didn't appear that Inky did, either. Everyone was was standing and walking on all fours, so it looks like no harm was done. I just hope all the girls are already pregnant, because I don't need late July lambs!(Look at Inky's baby bump! I sure hope her little lambies are okay in there.)
That's it for now at . . .