Bleak Beauty

farm-in-snow

“Cultivators of the earth are the most valuable citizens. They are the most vigorous, the most independent, the most virtuous, and they are tied to their country and wedded to its liberty and interests by the most lasting bonds.”
Thomas Jefferson

Happy (?) Animals in the Snow

"Listen here, Daisy, if you even sniff at this old rotten duck egg I found in the snow, I'll rip your head off!"
“Listen here, Daisy, if you even sniff at this old rotten duck egg I found in the snow, I’ll rip your head off!”

Yes, there is bullying on the little farm. Scolding them in a slow teacher voice does nothing to stop it, so I carry on to the barn for a fun time in the snow with the goats, cat, ducks and chickens. Maybe I’ll get a good picture for Christmas cards!

"You're kidding, right?"
“You’re kidding, right?”

No Pixie. I’m not kidding. Snow is fun. The babies will LOVE it.

"I'm game!" says Mollie.
“I’m game!” says Mollie.
"What's this white stuff?" asks Phoebe. "I want to go home."
“What’s this white stuff?” asks Phoebe. “I want to go home.”
"I'm here, but I don't like it," says Kate.
“I’m here, but I don’t like it,” says Kate.
"Okay, I just got snow in my eye," Pixie grumbles. "Who's dumb idea was this?"
“Okay, I just got snow in my eye,” Pixie grumbles. “Who’s dumb idea was this?”

The photo shoot with the chickens gets cancelled. The chickens are being chickens. Oliver the cat is being a big baby.

"Everybody knows we cats hate weather."
“Everybody knows we cats hate weather.”

What about the ducks?

"I heart you," says Sophie.
“I heart you,” says Sophie.
"Let's not get gushy," says Ferdinand.
“Let’s not get gushy,” says Ferdinand.
"Now, Sophie, please keep up. The weather is getting quite treacherous . . . Sophie?"
“Now, Sophie, please keep up. The weather is getting quite treacherous . . . Sophie?”
"Here I am, Ferd," Sophie says.
“Here I am, Ferd,” Sophie says.
"So . . ." Ferdinand says, clearing his throat. "Maybe we should, you know, get married since we're already living together in the chicken coop." "Oh, Ferd . . ."
“So . . .” Ferdinand says, clearing his throat. “Maybe we should, you know, get married since we’re already living together in the chicken coop.”
“Oh, Ferd . . .”
"I like courting in the snow," Ferd says, gruffly. "And Sophie, I do love you, too. C'mon, I'll get you home safely."
“I like courting in the snow,” Ferd says, gruffly. “And Sophie, I do love you, too. C’mon, I’ll get you home safely.”