Instead, they're mostly camped right outside my front door, behind the shelterbelt of trees. Not too bad out there tonight, so hopefully they'll stay put. Not that they appreciate our efforts. We dragged this one in on the four wheeler, fed him milk, stowed him all nice and warm in the tack room in the barn, and when I went to put my saddle on the rack...he kicked me.
Sure could use a break from this global warming.
