The trees on our pasture provide a ton of welcome shade for our livestock, but also drop limbs throughout the year. Burn permit season just started, and we made the first dent in our gigantic brush pile. The sheep helped by chewing the bark off the branches. They are such weirdos. Fresh hay in the barn, and they are out eating bark, twigs, and anything green that mistook our balmy winter weather for an early spring. We saw bees out the other day, confused to find that their favorite hydrangea blooms were dead and brown. A very strange winter, but we're taking advantage of every day when we can get work done without trudging through the snow.