Winter got a slow start here in western Massachusetts but now it just won't leave. We had another couple of inches of snow yesterday and there is more predicted for Sunday. The Farmer was counting his remaining bales of hay and he's getting seriously low in his supply. He hays all summer and fall so he can feed the sheep. Some winters we run out, some we have lots leftover. It's the perils of farming. If we do run out, we'll have to purchase hay from a local farmer who has some to spare.
Most years by mid-April, the sheep are beginning to graze the fields of freshly grown grass. It looks like it will be awhile until they'll be able to do that this year.
The other night, Julia and I stopped by to see the new crop of baby lambs and to visit Cora, our now, rather huge bottle lamb. No matter how many times I see this sight, it always makes me laugh - one and sometimes two of the fully grown sheep will be perched atop a bale munching away. I think it must make them feel like they're on top of a mountain - and we all know how great that makes anyone feel!