I guess having the first snowfall of the year on November 9th really isnâ€™t early. It feels like it, though, because we are so not ready for snow to fly. Theyâ€™d been telling us were were going to get hammered here in the Monadnock region, four or five inches, which would have been a lot for an early snow, but really, we only got a dusting. Weâ€™re grateful.
Itâ€™s chilly enough that the girls seemed to be enjoying the temporary shelter, and I could only get a picture of them through the kitchen window. Any time I go outside, I donâ€™t have to even say anything, but they hear my footsteps on the deck and start with the Baaaa-ing. Frank can go out and they donâ€™t make a peep. Even late at night, when they should all be asleep, if I say anything outside, the chorus starts. Mom has clearly been identified as the barer of treats. Good! Itâ€™ll help them follow me.
While we were sitting in the kitchen taking pictures of the sheep, we spotted the first cardinals Iâ€™ve ever seen. So pretty! The pair of them were going back and forth between all of the crab apple trees. I wonder if we will have time to put up some bird houses that theyâ€™ll like before the spring? Frank says they are mostly meadow birds, and I guess we are finally cutting down enough trees that we are becoming a meadow instead of a small clearing in the woods.