The first of the winter in our neck of the woods. Hate to admit it, but it is a nice feeling and lots of fun. Of course by the time the shoveling and snowblowing is done that opinion may have been modified some. The girls don’t seem to mind because they are so-called “primitive” sheep who in their native Shetland Islands pretty much fend for themselves, living on what they can graze or browse, even eating kelp, which is a fancy name for seaweed.
Seaweed, seaweed? This so better not be seaweed….