My fuzzy Icelandic beasts generally stay under cover when it's snowy, but usually the snow is more of a pelting fury, accompanied by howling winds out of the North. This evening it is quiet, and a cozy warm 28°F so the sheep have been lolling around in the barnyard, allowing themselves to be gently coated in powdery snow, iced like fuzzy little cookies....
what? I've been in front of the fire for too long... :)
This last photo is proof for Laura and Rick over at Queso Cabeza that Ingrid
is really learning to trust me, and readily takes treats from my hands now :)