All the photos posted here today were taken yesterday afternoon as I walked around the farm, my boots making those long sucking sounds as they plunged in and out of goopy, wet puddles and sinkholes of ooze.
We didn't come in until the light went down and man, did I have two happy dogs.
Henry: Who you calling happy?
Okay, so maybe they don't like it so much when I bring a camera on our walk, slowing us down to a standstill and moving rather leisurely through a big field, whatever. (Private note to Henry: some dogs actually pull their owners on little sleds-- it's called servitude, buddy-- so as long as you aren't hooked up to a harness and pulling my camera-loaded ass around, I suggest you rethink that pouty pout-pout you got going on).
But seriously-- I have a bunch of playful pics of them and will bore you with a dogalogue tomorrow.
Last night a massive (it's still going this morning) bonfire was lit in the center of the snowy (snowy!) field and a bunch of us stood around it. We drank beers and watched the full moon come up into a clear sky. It was a great way to usher in the new season.
Meantime, mud! Pretty, pretty, pretty mud.