Oh, Good morning! You snuck up on me! It’s only 18 right now, and if you look closely, you can see a little snow has drifted in:
Gray-stray is having breakfast at the raccoon pile. Don’t feel too bad for him, because the food is still pretty fresh, and it’s warm (it spent the night in the tack room):
It’s supposed to be even colder tomorrow:
The chickens say, “We’re going nowhere! Please feed us inside, cat-cops.”
“In order to show our appreciation,”
“Here are three eggs, so new, you can use them to warm your hands!” 🐔