We’ve had an unusually mild and sunny November. Last night we had our first real snow.
I thought Gus might act like the cats, lifting one paw at a time and shaking the snow from it with each step. But instead, we watched Gus run around in circles, tumbling on his back and getting up covered in white as he and Fate chased each other around the yard.
He loved it.
The sun comes and goes, but it’s cold enough that the snow isn’t melting. The donkeys and sheep are nuzzling at it to get to the thinning grass beneath it. Or, they’re resting on the dry ground in the pole barn.
Today’s the last day of hunting season, so tomorrow I’ll be able to get back into the woods. I hope the snow stays till then. I’d like to take a walk in it.