It’s a cold rainy, windy, gloomy day at the farm. The animals don’t seem to mind the rain as much as the do the wind.
This morning some of the sheep stayed in the pole barn instead of eating hay outside (they were surely full from grazing all night). The hens hung out in the coop a little longer than usual. And Minnie found a comfortable and protected place on the old dog bed that I’ve been meaning to take to the dump in the almost empty woodshed.
