It's been a good day. When we woke up, the temperature was 27 degrees. We noticed somebody parked in front of our shop, and assumed it was our grandson's boss, since Arick had asked if he could go deer-hunting here.
Marvin, next door, knocked on the door later and asked if he could go looking on our land for a deer somebody shot on his place that got away. All they found, though, was a blood trail.
I saddled Blue for a ride, but Monica caught me and asked if she could ride. Why not? She went for the longest ride I've ever seen her take, and then Natalie rode, too. Finally it was my turn. I avoided the river bottoms and back roads, where somebody might have mistaken me for a deer; instead, I rode past the nearby butcher shop to see how many deer hunters had been successful. Once home, I ponied Libby. She balked a few times, but Blue and I dealt with that. I'm sorry there are no pictures of that event, but the battery-pack in my camera gave out at an inopportune time.
Later today, Sadie and I went for a walk in the pasture. Don't worry, I was wearing my orange hunter's vest for safety's sake.
In between all these happenings, I worked on my grandson, Brett's, birthday meal, scheduled for tomorrow evening.
I'm thankful for warm clothes that enable me to get outside and enjoy nature, even when the temperatures are frigid. And for a warm house to enter, once my escapades are done.