The little pigs sleep right inside those doors and I don’t want them caught in a cross draft of cold wind blowing straight on them.
The wind was quite the surprise after a few weeks of calm warmer weather.
With it below freezing again the hoses are at risk of freezing solid so after I filled all the water troughs the hoses had to be emptied of water and hung. This is great exercise for the arms. I hold the hoses above my head and pull them in, hand over hand, to empty them. Then loop them over poles until next time.
There was even a little sprinkle of snow – not snow flakes though – these were like little polystyrene balls. They bounced to the ground. Affecting nothing at all. Just hanging out down there.
Sheila my Petal. I need to bring in more straw for her today. Her bed is looking small. I love seeing the dents in the straw surrounding her from where the calves lay for the night. She is like a queen with all her young handmaidens curled up at the edge of her skirts, and slightly below her – as befits their station.
I hope you have a lovely day.