My faithful, patient and lovely Dunny horse... Waits while I go over the edge of the hill to turn the goats back and see their progress off the side of the cliff. This horse does it all, and loves her job! She grew up in the goatherd, creating the most capricious horse- yet a team player.
I've been noticing the mistletoe is dying, crisping after those sub freezing days a few weeks ago. After a few warm winters it had exploded, but you can tell now where the green is turning brown and crispy that the goats will have some dried mistletoe to clean up next winter.
Peacocks are practicing for spring.