Much of the snow melted today. Strangely enough, I had not one, but three long phone conversations! Flashback to my teenage years, but without the harassment for tying up the home phone line.
The horses went out in the snow. Pickings out in the field were a little lean, so they romped up to the paddocks.
Self exercising 
Oisin is not interested in fitness!
Jane reported that the starlings have been to her house, too. We had plenty of other birds here, along with the rather entertaining starlings.
Mockingbird (and a goldfinch) 
Starling argument 
Bottoms up, starlings! 
Starling eats on the fly 
Pileated woodpecker… 
Whenever I return from the barn and go through the house to the studio, Mistletoe wants to visit Harry with me. She is very old and creaky, but utterly devoted to Harry.
Trundling slowly to the studio 
Ensconced in her place as “studio puppy”
Harry was hard at work on Denny Reagan (no relation to Ronald). I did make him laugh, though, in my efforts to get a picture.
Nettie came to the studio, too. I asked her if she wanted a biscuit.
“Did I hear you say biscuit??”
Roscoe went out to the barn, but decided it was much more comfortable in the house. Meanwhile, the Crouchers and Tom Morris bundled together in the tack room. Tom Morris is a big, orange pillow.
Here comes the Maltese King of Cats 
Tom Morris, Twizzler, and Skittle
In the barn, at night check, Bart and Oisin get their overnight hay nets. Slow feed haynets, which they think are very unfair. Alas, they are both rather chubby, so something must be done. Stone has a higher metabolism, so he doesn’t have to endure the insult of a difficult net. The pink bucket in Bart’s stall is a “dunking bucket” – he likes to wet his hay in water as he eats. Oisin destroys the traditional “net”, which is why he has a heavy duty green canvas contraption.
Back in the house, the dogs are comatose.
Nettie and Cedar 
Weedy
Finally, one more bird picture – from yesterday during the snow. A little wren, jumping for joy! At least, that’s the way I like to view it. It’s a happy butt shot.
Wren “airs above the ground“
Stay safe, stay well, be joyful. Peace.
The little wren is priceless. I agree, must be jumping for joy! Even my little youthful terrier sleeps through these wet wintery days, well, she gets four good walks! But, oh your dogs look cozy! And, the cutest photos of Mistletoe ever! Stay warm!