Frozen

When I go out to the barn now, the anticipation is almost more than I can handle because I just don't know how many will be there.

I find them discarded along the path, sparkling with frost...

The cat? He is not amused.


{mouse-icle}

The dog slimes them up and tosses them around. Just for fun. I'm pretty sure the cat considers it a waste of precious resources.

He punches them

The weather that arrived here yesterday was dynamic.

A mix of rain and snow was driven through the barn roof. As our house rattled and shook through the night, part of our corral fence blew over.

My free-range hens made the choice to spend the day inside their cozy coop, where it is warm and (mostly) dry.

And so, apparently, did Marshall.


{he punches them}
Had it not been for their rather dynamic relationship, it would have been a very good choice indeed.

Madeline Bea's creative prompt: Dynamic