From last week's ice storm: (Broken off the hen house; left a good 2" in the chicken wire next to the roof)
The dogs weren't too crazy about the ice last week. Buster enjoyed running and sliding some, but Little Dog stayed in the insulated dog house most of the time. The snow was a different story, however. Both dogs played and played and played. The funniest part was when I threw a stick, and Buster actually got a mouth full of snow picking it up. He had the strangest look on his face, chomped his jaws a few times, bent down to pick up the stick, dropped it, and repeated the above process.
|What? You're going inside? Already? I've still got three more sticks and two tennis balls!|
|Once the chickens realized the snow wasn't the same as ice, they headed out. I don't know why, but their prints always make me laugh.|
|And amidst the melting snow, flowers are coming up. |
(The small ones in the middle are bulbs I planted this fall from a friend).
|and the newest shoots coming up, also from the fall bulb|
|and one of my two lavender plants is still living! |
Planted these down by the pond where the dogs hang out. I've read they're supposed to repel ticks.
It was so nice out this afternoon and almost all the snow is melted. It's hard to believe they say more snow/ice is coming tonight.