We like to joke that this kind of weather keeps the riff-raff off our hill.
The view was equally bleak from the door of the sheep barn.
The wind worked snow into every crack and crevice and blew it in the open barn doors so that many of the sheep had a coating on their backs even inside. They really didn't mind at all, but I don't like that it will make the bedding damp. It drifted quite a bit too around the house and buildings so that getting from here to there became a tiresome trudge.
Holly was a little happier with this kind of snow.
Whazzat?! Is that one of them there riff-raffs?
Hoping for quieter weather tomorrow. Still have last minute shopping to do!