The “road” in the snow, between the farm house and our stable, is covered with frozen rain. Breakfast had to wait until some salt was put down:
Anyway, here I am this morning:
While we’re eating, Mary and Mara are cleaning our poopies and putting out our hay:
Last night we were worried about Alfred. He wouldn’t move from his bed—and HISSED when an attempt was made to pet him:
But this morning, he’s moving around, and he looks like he’s feeling better:
We hope so! 😺