It was too stinkin' cold to be outside taking pictures yesterday,
so I had to make do through the windows.
Oh, look! Hank finally lowered himself to drink the heated water.
He hears something in the distance. A cow? A coyote? A snowplow? One can only hope.
He gets his exercise walking back and forth on the path I shoveled between the barn
and the area outside the corral where I'm dumping all the poop.
How considerate of him to make my job easier.
Smooch wants no part of the frozen tundra
and spends her day following the sun in the guest room.