...some weak sunshine, yes, but I think the wind chill is something like, oh, 12F. We're continuing to put in fences. It's (what's the word I'm after)...bracing. Yes, it's bracing, to say the least.
The chicks venture out into the run and just as quickly retreat into the coop. The horses, clothed in thick winter hair coats, are unfazed while they scarf down as much hay as they can recycle, and the cats are glad of the warm tack room to retreat to when the wind carries just a bit too much sting.
Life. is. good.
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