It was a classic Nor'easter, one of those storms where it looks like stagehands are standing on scaffolding above the windows, dumping down buckets of giant snowflakes. We shoveled out yesterday in the late afternoon, but when we woke up this morning, all we saw was pristine snow. Like moles in a hole, we started to tunnel out.
|The Luge Track From Door to Driveway|
It took a while to get to the barn. The snow is thigh high (I'm short, but that's still over two feet, including what was there before this storm) and heavy, unlike the other storms we've had this frigid winter. Must have warmed up a bit last night. I certainly felt warm after a few minutes of shoveling.
|Almost up to the Doorknobs|
We managed to dig out the doors on the north side of the barn, despite the compacted snow that had fallen from the roof. The goats were pretty impatient by the time we blazed a trail up to their yard. Buttons forged ahead to the fence so she could yell at us better.
|Goats Want Breakfast|