So now instead of rain, we have snow.

It was coming down pretty heavy for a little while. Big fat flakes blowing in the the wind.

The cardinals don’t seem to mind. I can’t resist taking pictures of them because their bright red color looks so pretty against the falling snow.

As usual, Miss Nosy had to get her face up in the camera and see what it was.

Llama up close and snowy.

She was looking for a treat.  I’m afraid she and her buddy, Samson, are rather spoiled, are hoping I’ll give them a handful of sunflower seeds.

As you can see by looking in the background, the sheep and dogs don’t mind a little snow either.

Samson was out looking for a treat too, but he doesn’t get too close to Keira.

She’s kind of cranky and doesn’t want to share treats, so I have stretch one arm waaaaaaaaay out towards Samson with a handful of sunflower seeds, so he can get some while she eats out of my other hand.  If she finishes first, she threatens to spit at him. 

"I spit in thy general direction!"

Being a smart boy… he moves.

"What did I do to deserve such treatment?"

I hadn’t planned on going for a walk today since I was sick all week-end and still feeling kind of puny.  But the snow was rather enticing, and Toby walked to the gate no less than 3 times, and looked back at me with those puppy dog “plllllleeeeaaassseeee” eyes.  So we went.

The creek is always a big attraction.

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There is leftover rain water mixed with snow.

On the way back to the house, the peacock showed me his snowy feathers.

Snowy peacock feathers.

Some of the chickens and roosters were congregating under the window sill in hopes of getting a few sunflower seeds any wild birds might knock down.

Looking for a hand-out (fall-down?)

Of course, I think the wild birds aren’t really looking to share.

"Yum, seeds just for us!"

Just as we were ready to go on the back porch, there was a Buff Orpinton hen in the rose bed.

There is usually a bunch of the old lady Buff Orpingtons there.  I think they like to snuggle up against the house on winter days for a little extra warmth.

Our little snowstorm didn’t amount to much, but it was pretty while it lasted!

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Snowy In The South

There sure seems to be a lot of rain lately.  Of course, I guess that’s better than the snow some places are getting.  But it’s awfully soggy around here.

Toby and I went for a walk to the mailbox, which means going by the pond.

Rain, pond and flood waters.

As usual when it rains for any length of time, the creek is backed up and overflowing across the road.

Creek waters overflowing across road.

Also as usual, there is a big chunk of tree stuck in front of the openings of the culverts under the road.

Tree stuck in front of culvert.

Of course our farm collie Toby doesn’t mind traipsing through a little flood waters!

Toby walking through flood waters.

In fact, he considers it such a leisurely stroll, he even stops to get a drink.

Ummm, flood water is a nice treat!

And since HE is walking through flood waters, well he figures the human should too.

"Well, are you coming???"

Okay, okay, what’s it matter if I get cold, wet feet!  I’m coming already!

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Soggy in the South

It seems our llama boy, Samson, has decided if he doesn’t feel like breakfast IN bed, why he’ll just munch on someone else’s bed.  In this case, Neffie’s!  She was peacefully resting when Samson decided he wanted a bite of her bed.

Let's taste a little of your bed!

It’s not like there weren’t other piles of hay, mind you.  I guess the one Neffie was resting on just looked tastier than the rest.  Instead of the “grass is greener” thing, it’s “the hay looks better that someone else is using” I guess.

Neffie never moved while he just nibbled his way around the edges.

Let's see how the hay tastes from over here!

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Let me pull some out from under you and see how it tastes!

 He managed to work his way all the way around Neffie, munching on the hay at the edges or pulling it out from under her.

Mmmm, maybe it tastes better on this side!

Finally he decided he’d had enough dog-flavored hay, and moved on.

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Why Not Breakfast On A Bed?