It is cold out. Very. Goats spent yesterday in the gardens and yard. Today they will too though we may take them out to the farther orchards. If the wind would ease up it wouldn't be so bad- but we sit perhaps around -2. And still the Maremmas are in their element. Rocky bounces like a puppy again, Regal looks like a giant polar bear and Yolo, though now a more reserved mother dog, stands up to give me eskimo kisses once again. The pups are a warm pile of white fuzz in their goat house.