While feeding the sheep yesterday, I had to laugh at Cappucino (yep, Mocha's daughter) because she had snow on what looked like dreadlocks all around her face. She kept moving and I got photos like this one.
Then she behaved, I stepped back and got this one.
When I see the sheep in the fields, their heads are buried in the snow, rooting around for grass.
Brambles even had snow on her horns! Come on in guys and have some snow-free hay.