This was the morning sky when I woke up yesterday. It was 17 degrees but the wind had died down so it didn't feel too bad to me.
It was so quiet that you could hear all the little noises, like you hear when you ride up a ski lift and there is a crack of a branch or a a gust of wind blowing by, or a porcupine in a tree. One sound I heard yesterday, was when one of theses sheep
pushed into the cattle panel to get another bite of hay. It was a metal on metal high pitched whining that carried through the thin air like on the chairlift. The geese weren't even chortling or the chickens cooing?
I love when everything goes right like 5 sheep grazing at this hay feeder and 4 at the one above; no crowding or pushing and the trough heater is working.
On these cold mornings, the chickens are in NO hurry to come out. Note the black hen in the coop 15 minutes or so after I opened the coop.
AH, so quiet and beautiful.... And then I let the geese out and the scene changed.
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