8 am. Poor pregnant ewes, facing off the elements, noses in troughs, building up whatever fat reserves they can to keep warm in biting weather. The black ewes are almost as white as the ones meant to be that colour.But as the sun rises higher, the wind drops and the blizzards clear, it's glorious. The snow is perfect sparkling soft powder, about three inches thick, creaking under wellybooted foot. There are robins all over the place. Anyone would think it's Christmas.
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Great picture, shows it how it is for livestock and farmers.
Our sheep lamb mid april so just get extra hay and regular mineral blocks at this time of the year.
Lots of work though taking extra hay and water out to all the outlying stock. Roll on Spring!
Terrific photo - the poor souls need some thermal overcoats.
Yes "creaking". You're right. Fresh snow does do that doesn't it. It's a lovely and familiar noise. Much nicer than the slobbering of slush as we trudge through it.
wonderful description, Mopsa. It never lasts long though does it?
That has to have a good chance of being your 2009 Christmas card
AA - thank you - but it's a lot worse now!
Ta MOB - they have them - all built in
YP - the rare powder stuff certainly does creak...not like the wetter stuff we have now
FPot - it's just lovely out there if you're wrapped up cosy
WW - I was hoping for the shot of the robin but it just kept bouncing around
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