A snowy day in December? In Northwest Georgia, that's as rare as hen's teeth! Here's how we spent our first snowy day . . .
While I was laughing at the chickens, Herb was loading the wheelbarrow with hay from the round bales we store in the barn. He fills a hay net and gets extra loose hay to put in a wooden manger he built. Of course, each horse picks a separate feeding station, leaving Sara with a dilemma: Is she hungry enough to have to go share hay with a horse? She bellowed her displeasure at us as we left the barn, but probably settled down with Angel as she ususally does.