It doesn’t matter to the sheep and donkeys that there is no green grass to eat. As soon as the snow melted on the south-facing hill in the back pasture the animals were out looking for anything to nibble on. They always find something.
Today Asher and Merricat came back with thorny branches stuck in their wool. I pulled them off, but even if I didn’t, they usually work their way out eventually.
Can it be? Is it starting to look like … Spring?
I think so Jill. There are some buds on the trees….