Our hens prefer to remain inside. "Nope Stella, I'm not going out till spring".
Inside the guineas are everywhere. On their roost....
singing in the doorway.....
Contemplation? What is on this girls mind? Anything? Sometimes I wonder if they think.
Our remaining rooster keeps close to his girls. Samson died this past fall leaving all his hens to this unnamed roo.
Some hens will even pose for a closeup.
They enjoy snacks in the afternoon. Peeled over ripe bananas, tops from strawberries and stems from last night's asparagus.
Oh, I've been spotted by the sheep. Here they come being led out by Truffles.
Looking for treats. We've moved the hay feeder back temporarily into the shed through the snow storm.
Our new sheep have settled into farm life. Cierra has such beautiful eyes.
Emily is right at home.
They fit in nicely with the flock.
Oh, Echo has been under the hay evidently. Doesn't he know that hay isn't good for his fleece?
What a bunch of moochers? Nope, just attention seekers. We love them and they love us. Especially when we come with a new bale of hay. We know our place here on the farm.
No one in out on the playground today.
Here come the goats. Shirley and Curly first. They remind me so much of the sheep. They don't mind the snow at all. The other goats?
Looking for treats. We've moved the hay feeder back temporarily into the shed through the snow storm.
Our new sheep have settled into farm life. Cierra has such beautiful eyes.
Emily is right at home.
They fit in nicely with the flock.
Oh, Echo has been under the hay evidently. Doesn't he know that hay isn't good for his fleece?
What a bunch of moochers? Nope, just attention seekers. We love them and they love us. Especially when we come with a new bale of hay. We know our place here on the farm.
No one in out on the playground today.
Here come the goats. Shirley and Curly first. They remind me so much of the sheep. They don't mind the snow at all. The other goats?