I made it home. I wanted to bring the 1 1/2 year old baby home for Christmas,  but it is not mine despite it’s convincing coloring. Snowstorming this morning. One ewe slipped on the ice and came down on her pregnant belly. Wolves chased the cows onto the highway. This far into gestation, we hate to see them ran. Good to be home. So good.

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