....well, we didn't have church because it was "too cold", no the church was not off the power grid, the powers that be just deemed it too cold to go to church, go figure. Bruce and I still had to battle the elements to feed and bed our animals but it was too cold......?
The dogs love cold and snow and mobbed Bruce when he came in from chores...
.....and Bruce eggs them on.
Sorry, Janet, but this one is for you.
(The dinner was a success, unlike the Vikings when defeat was snatched from the jaws of victory by an errant kick.)
The frigid temps makes for lots of cuddling in the coop, Larry the third and his two little hens are conserving heat.....
....while the 'outcast' has to roost alone.
But she is getting the last laugh, when temps fall below 0, I plug in the quartz heater that hangs from the ceiling, over the roost. She is sitting on the board that holds the heater, by now her little tushie is warm and toasty.
That's what we can all hope for on these cold days and nights.