A Smidgeon of Snow.

Snow falling but not lying here today, the bird feeder is constantly busy and the little birds are stacking up in the clematis ready to fly into the peanuts.  More hay out to the field, Mark made me drive, I am quite (OK, very) girly about driving that tractor, every time it hits a rut I scream.  The dog was confused that I had vanished, running along in front of the tractor screaming at Mark "we are a man down. the small one is missing, should I check the drifts?"