And just like that, the weather here has taken a reasonably dramatic turn for the colder. It snowed off and on all day yesterday, although none of it stuck, and this morning, we woke to temperatures in the twenties. Ah, Vermont winter. It starts in October or November and lasts until April, or sometimes even May. Mother's Day snow? It has been known to happen.
We aren't farmers, and we don't play them on TV, but we do spend a good deal of time visiting with the animals on the farm where the big kid goes to school. Once the cold comes in, these visits tend to be less frequent, especially once the animals are transported to farther flung areas of the farm for purposes of their own winter wellness and warmth.
Zak and I made the rounds in the barnyard the other day; saying our hellos to a few favorite friends before our visits are curtailed by icy conditions for a few months. By the time the chickens are running free there again in the spring, Zak will be of proper chicken-chasing age. Which might be the best age.