It's Christmas Eve. It's all quiet here mostly. The original version of A Christmas Carol is on tv. One is watching, one is napping, one is reading, and then there is me. The dogs are mostly napping. The dog and people numbers have doubled for a few days.
Here's a few pictures from Wednesday morning, when the skies were clear and the beauty of the snowfall from the previous night sparkled in all it's glory
In the sheltered areas, much of that snow is still frozen to the branches, four days later.
The hens weren't particularly impressed that morning.
Sorry for the wonky angle, but you can see where I laid down the fibreglass roofing.
A couple of minutes of shovelling took most of the snow off.
I flipped the fibreglass over onto the snow, and voila! The hens didn't need an invitation, off they went!
The photographer distracted by more beauty!
Down under the trees
Mmm, frozen broccoli leaves!
Today I embarrassed a few hens.
I hope you all have a wonderful holiday, spent with friends and family, two footed and four.
Merry Christmas from all of us at Wyndson Farm.