Cold, wet, and dreary here.
This morning's excitement was the escape (again) of about a dozen Shelties from the neighbor's into our pasture and ultimately down the road to other neighbors'. All the barking rivaled last night's war-zone fireworks.
Thanks to better than average recent rains, our pastures are still quite green, and the rye I planted in the paddocks is up. I hope freezing temperatures hold off as long as possible.
Happy New Year!
