This morning begins in fog.
Hattie waits at the barn door, keeping the sheep out while I clean up. The barn modifications were completed just in time for the latest storms and are working well.
Wick-a, wick-a, wick-a. A flicker watches from a tree top.
The hay santa is on his way and the boys are very excited.
The eating machines dig in to their hay bags. They don't care for the new hay so Bob mixes it with some of the tastier old stuff. They will have to adjust soon or go hungry.
Yes, I said go hungry...
When all is done Hattie lets me know it's time to throw the ball.
