Playing in the Snow

Like everywhere in the vicinity of the Rocky Mountains, we are buried in snow. I let them run and play and the game they seemed to like the best was Forage Like Our Lives Depend On It, so they broke into the garden and ate all the old hollyhock stems while there was still hay in their feeder troughs back in the stalls. Paisley got rabbit brush breath - all spicy. I threw a snowball at Chester.

This photo was taken last week in the little snow storm. Now its twice as deep and still snowing.