I'm in a great, get-things-done mood today . . . but I have plans to be away from home! Of course, Murphy's Law strikes again!
Tom, being the dedicated soul that he is, headed out in the -18° F (that's -28° C for you, Fiona) weather this morning for his run. He said it actually wasn't too bad - there being no wind.
I spoiled the chickens, ducks, goose, and turkey last night (well, hoping to coax them into LAYING, actually) by leaving a warm light burning all night over their waterer. I haven't gotten out to do chores yet this morning (yes, that cow would be mooing in discomfort by now, I remind myself!), but I know they're comfy-cozy out there.
Now, the 5 chickens who still insist on sleeping outside, way up in the treetops . . . that's another story! (And, you'd think the loss of their sister last week to our resident fox who climbed the nearby pine tree to snatch her up would have dissuaded them, but no . . . !)
By the way, I need a name for our lone, female goose. I don't make a practice of naming our poultry, but some of them create their own names. And, since this goose is my ONLY goose, I'll not whack her head off anytime soon. So, I figure she deserves a name. Here, let me post a picture of her (taken back in much-warmer October) to see if that might get the creative juices flowing: