Folks told me not to be surprised if I got mad at Smitty for dying on me but I thought, aw, not me, how could I be mad? it's not like he did it on purpose. Well, this morning I was really p....d having to deal with all this snow by myself. How could you do that to me, Smitty, a 66 year old woman shouldn't have to take care of this mess by herself. Was probably a good thing that I was mad because although it was only 9 degrees, I didn't get cold.This picture is the front of the barn. I had to snowblow a path out there and managed to blow out an area behind the drift so that I could open the big door.
..... and here's another shot of the front. You can see my tracks where I had to climb over the drift to get in to the service door.Enough moaning and feeling sorry for myself. The rest of the shots are of the alpacas when I let them out this morning.
Sniffing at the curious white stuff that arrived overnight.
Celeste's cria, Lyra, stayed pretty close to her until she was sure the white stuff wouldn't hurt her.
The wild ones! Snickers (Astra), on the right, is only 3 months old and definitely the boldest, most curious of the herd. He was the first one out and went pronking through the drifts.
Snickers again with his mom, Goldie, needing a little snack.
