It’s 37℉ this morning. I have my front hooves tucked under me:
To top it off, we’re getting tiny hail:
Poor Buttons! She was shaved because of her matted fur, and now it’s so cold!
She’s keeping warmer in the hay barn, but you can see she’s not happy. We hope it warms up soon, Buttons!
And look at this! This is exactly how these eggs were found—no cat-cop shenanigans!
It’s eggs-strordinary! 🐔