I just realized I never posted these pictures. The Sunday after Christmas was so icy and snowy we had meeting at Mom and Dad's instead of driving half an hour. Afterwards, I wandered around and took pictures.
Ice sheeting off the sign
Fence wire ice
I walked through the calf pasture to the cedars. The calves became the main event.
My flash was highlighting close snowflakes, which I didn't realize until I was home.
Cows are such stoic creatures. About weather anyway. They put their back to the wind and just endure.
They were all intensely curious about me. I think they harbored suspicions that I was carrying hay in my pockets.
I was the pied piper.
And then, for no apparent reason, they all went mildly crazy.
This calf on the left was dancing and prancing in front of me. Crazy thing.
I shooed it away and they all took an exuberant lap in celebration.
I love this one's eyes.
Carefully watching me in case I did anything interesting.
Ice and snow crystals on birch trees
I never did get a good picture of snow on cedars.
That night, the temperature fell with a crash and everything froze fairly solid. Owen had a few calves to put through the chute, so Justin and I went up to help him.
Tractor tires in the wet spot.
Elsie and Gilbert had a large stack of books to look through while we worked cows.
Aren't they a beautiful color?
There is something so elegant and dainty about all those tiny drips along the branch.
Sending the calves back to the barnyard
Gilbert bellowing for some reason and a smiling Elsie June.