My wellies crunched their way over to the donkey stable this morning and I reluctantly went with them. The grass with a thin sprinkling of snow had frozen into crunchy patches. Four donkeys even with their curly winter coats stood shivering in the stable hiding from the biting wind sweeping across the heights.
The hens when I opened up the hen house were cuddled together, no dancing the hokey cokey this morning and probably no laying of eggs either.
Malc on my return to the house said the meteo says 3 degrees but with wind chill feels minus 3.
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