As December marches forth, the weather has been getting colder and colder.
Our pond is frozen.
On December 9, we still had a bit of liquid water running through the pasture.
But that didn't last as the temperature gradually crept downward.
We've been keeping our firewood replenished.
Here, Younger Daughter takes a turn with the wood splitter.
Soon, snow moved in in earnest...
...and we started waking up to several inches.
Younger Daughter's been learning to drive in the white stuff. She's working on Coeur d'Alene, so it's an hour's commute for her several days a week.
It's unquestionably pretty stuff, snow.
Lydia entirely agrees.
Originally the weather forecast was calling for quite a large dump, but that kinda petered out and we've been getting "nickled and dimed" with snow instead. One afternoon Don and I took Lydia walking to a spot with a view over a canyon.
What we could see of it, that is.
As she walked, Lydia kept collecting large "jingle balls" of snow on her feet.
At one point, a jingle ball on the pad of her foot got so big she started limping, so she laid down in the road and chewed it off right then and there. After that she was fine.
We make sure the cattle of plenty to eat in this weather. Digestion is a significant factor for keeping ruminants warm.
This time of year, we have a lot of quail. It's easier, I suspect, to find food around a farm.
Yesterday the temperature plunged to -6F. The nice thing about Idaho is these cold snaps seldom last long. This one lasted just one day.
It's usually clear in such weather...
...so the livestock stand sideways to the sun, absorbing the rays. (A cloud passed over just as I took this shot, so the sunshine isn't visible.)
Temperatures are starting to moderate -- on Tuesday we're even supposed to get well above freezing -- but we're still hoping for a white Christmas for Older Daughter when comes home.