Hard to believe... the boys are six-months-old! They are doing great and are right now on their own with the bred ewes. They do still have their... ummmm... teachable moments but all in all they have wonderful natural abilities and are just amazing.
February said farewell in a lovely way... cold temperatures but lots of sunshine. It seemed as if suddenly the birds truly believed that spring would soon arrive and began their songs in earnest. March 1st definitely roared in like a lion, but oh, on that last day of February, we all enjoyed the sunshine and had a renewed sense of hope.
Overnight the flakes had descended, and left a carpet of pure white, A fox awakened from his sleep, patrolled the frosty night, The silent frozen world had now, become a canvas, new, For patterns to be created, by the feet of creatures, who Had ventured out to sample this delightful snowy land, Fashioned by an invisible Master, with his gifted hand. His paints so subtle, had with skill, produced true moonlight hues, Such lovely shades of brilliant white, soft yellows and deep blues, An eerie earth, a changed and strange vast open wide expanse, Where, up above, each dainty snowflake, had started its downward dance And settled, on the serene landscape, clothed, in its simple dress, Where we imprint our patterns too, across a snowbound wilderness. by Ernestine Northover
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