It's not really this dark. Just a pretty light shift.
But is was very frosty.
These are the early risers. Keebs, Graham, Renny, Mia and B. Willard. Sherman, Marcel and Blizzard should be here. Miss Ewenice frequently joined them as well. Hank sits up on the hill, splitting the difference between his goofy sheep...and his other goofy sheep...that just don't get up at the crack of dawn.
Lila and Blossom venture down side by side. They are usually out really early. Graham was about 10 minutes late this morning too. And now that I think about it, B. Willard had hay and wool and feathers stuck all over him...like a lampshade. Was there a late night party in the barn last night?
Sheep are so well insulated that frost will settle on their backs at night. Hopefully you can see all the little sparkles. As the sun rises it quickly melts and if it's cold enough, they'll steam.
Hank in a ray of sunshine. Perfect.
Renny. There's a lot of wool there...but maybe not that much wool ;-).
With the sun rise to my back. Love, love, love early morning and late afternoon light.
"I love, love, love frosty grass!" Keebs
Eventually the other sheep stumble out, but they don't move fast.
And Petunia loses patience with them and heads out.
And I head in to wrap my frosty hands around a hot cup of coffee.