Sigh...winter

Well, it was too good to be true...its winter. Feet of snow, freezing winds, no shelter, not enough hay....

Benny ! The shepherds bring food out twice a day, and the Crone cleaned the barn floor and put down new bedding !

Becca...you know I have a delicate constitution and I need more reassurance than this if I am to grow my spectacular fleece....

You could have chosen to be born back home...In Scotland...where you would be wandering the highlands looking for food all winter...instead you chose Crosspatch and a warm barn and shepherds that love you, and WiFi and your own laptop...and

And a ewe that reads over my shoulder when I type private things...

get a grip, Chunko...there are no secrets in the barn and you are writing a BLOG...enough for privacy already....you want to be read and collect sympathy from all over the globe..
It is a snowy cold winter, though...I'll give you that....and they cut us off from stripping pine trees. I heard the Crone say that all this snow means lots of fresh grass in the spring...

If we live that long and don't starve....

Didn't I help Little Fern get that gate open and give you a shot at the bag of grain they had stashed ??? Didn't you have one huge belly ache for 2 days ??? What else can I do ?

Well, a little consideration for my finely wired being would help...you peasant types are sooo rude...

Benny...it was the peasants that figured out the gate latch...

Oh. yeah.

Happy new Year from Benny who hopes to survive the famine...