Winter Strategies

Outside, snow is lying deep and crisp and even.  The deer are nuzzling and snuffling down through the white stuff in search of grass that will soon be beyond their reach. At that point, they'll switch over to nibbling on tree buds and cedar twigs. Their coats are so dense now that the snow won't melt on their backs. All that body heat is retained close to the deer.

In the stable, there is a heat lamp, and hay. Which serves quite nicely for the Egg Production Brigade. The ladies don't like going out in the snow. Cold on the feet and all that malarkey...  Fluffed up feathers don't help with chilly toes.



But He Who Rules has the system figured.  Napster has a spot by the fire.  You can hear him, purring away under his breath, to the tune of 'Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow.'