When the snow melts off, it's just mud; mud everywhere. Ugh. Belle, Bessie, and Tilley just come in here for feed. They hate the mud, too. I think I speak for all of us here when I say that we cannot wait for spring to arrive! DG thoroughly agrees.
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Winter nights in the barn
I love winter nights in the barn. The smell of the hay takes me straight back to my childhood. The cow and goats all nestled down for the night, and their warm breath fogs up the barn windows. The chickens gather together in groups of 2 & 3 in the nest boxes, and I love … Continue reading Winter nights in the barn
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