Winter’s killing time draws near.
Long cold nights and bitter
freezing winds steal bated breath
from the weak, sick and old;
sinking into peaceful death sleep,
Mother Nature’s frigid good night kiss.
We’ve been very cold here the last couple of days, and it’s obvious that winter is nature’s way of weeding out the weak and the sick. I’ve lost a couple of birds, but I’m doing what I can to protect everyone from the cold. It’s hard to fight nature though. So far all the goats are hanging in with extra food and maybe even a coat.