Snow beds

The Ryelands were caught by the heavy snow last night.

For some inexplicable reason they chose to sit in the open around the yard rather than seek shelter around the buildings.

Why its better sitting here than around the corner on a concrete pad under a corrugated roof is beyond me and even when I tried to persuade them at midnight with a tempting snack to follow me to the shelter they stubbornly refused to move and so I left them to it.

They all survived, most sneaked into the annex in the small hours as there is no door fitted, and were waiting by the trough for breakfast ths morning. Except one. More of her later.