The bale feeder has remained on the east side of the barn for most of the winter because it shelters the herd from harsh westerly winds. Alas, it can't help them if the winds come from other directions:
The cows and horses are like family now, and all get along well:
Each morning after a light snow, I check for footprints. This fox and bird, likely a Bluejay, crossed paths in front of my car during the night or early morning - at different times, as there was no blood:
The fox walked toward the barn and, I believe, went inside. I've chased them out of there on a few mornings. I don't like that but there seems to be little I can do about it:
The farm house has stood for over a century against brutal cold temperatures and harsh winds. It continues to provide warmth and shelter, though I have to crank the heat up when it's both cold and windy:
I move the bale feeder with each new hay bale and the animals love to clean up what is left of the old bale. Or sometimes they just sleep on it:
These two Easter Egger bantams are part of my little flock. One of the darker brown hens lays a surprisingly large egg every other day. All the other hens have quit for the winter:
The white fantail pigeons remain in pairs but they too have quit laying eggs for the winter:
Large flocks of wild turkeys frequent the corn fields on my road, and I often stop to watch them even though it makes them nervous:
I go out to do the morning chores just as the sun is coming up. I do the evening chores before it becomes too dark. There are lights in the barn, but I like to be able to see what I'm doing outside:
If I stop the tractor with a hay bale on the spear, Remy runs over to grab a mouthful. It's been stored outdoors, so the outer layer must not taste very good, but as it says in Proverbs, "Stolen water is sweet" Remy delights in grabbing something he thinks he isn't supposed to have:
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