Twenty degrees and sunny? Time to get the hell out of the cabin.
Spear hunting with an electric fence fencepost. The cavemen didn't have fiberglass, but it's the best we can do.
Cubby wanted you to see how sharp his spear is. I wanted you to see how long our driveway is so you can imagine how difficult it is to back down it every day going fifteen miles an hour so I don't get stuck in the melted tire tracks of slush. Always an adventure.
Jack was there, too. No spear for him, though.
This is the dogs' favorite perch at the moment. Nothing like passive solar heat. (It's an overturned utility sled, in case you were wondering.)
Charlie spent some time "sleeping in the snow." Sounds comfortable.
And Cubby spent some time spear hunting in the paddock. He told me it's the perfect habitat for giant ground sloths. They did live in grasslands, but they also went extinct about 10,000 years ago, so his odds weren't good.
We were only out for about an hour, but it made us all much happier. Sunny days are here again. Well, occasionally.