Hiding from the Chill

Not one furry, or feathered, animal, or bird, moved from the barn until late in the morning yesterday,

except maybe to run quickly outside to the loo but that would only be the piggies.

The rest are not as particular with their ablutions.

So after the milking (the milk production has levelled out at 15 pounds a time which is good) and their breakfast, they all lay back down in pockets of cold sunshine, to wait for the morning to warm up. At least the wind stopped howling.

The sheep apparently decided to stand out in the rain  because the tips of their fleeces were frozen solid. When I wriggled my fingers down  through the ice, and into the wool, it was astoundingly warm. Toasty even.  The frozen fiber acting like an insulator. Though as they moved about not a hair fell out of  place, it looked like they had gone overboard with the hairspray.

How can cold look so harmless and friendly. 

So lacking in drama. 

Once the low goes below 0 I have no idea which way is up with the mini/maxi thermometer, we will all just have to wait for The Father’s graph at the end of the month. All I know is that it was cold but not too cold. (I have to say that because I know it will get even colder.) We were below freezing for most of the day.

As to Nanowrimo: I achieved my Day 14 objective on day 13 and am over 40,000 words now.  I have had another AHA moment too, which is deeply satisfying. In fact it feels as though I have had a subconscious writer in there all the time, one who knew exactly where the story was going, who was lining up characters and their props preparing for the  finale.  And I have only just caught on to what was happening. So now the work begins its twisted descent towards the ending. 

Good morning.

Have a lovely day.

celi