Our barred rock rooster with a silver-laced Wyandotte hen. They tolerate the snow, but don't really like it. Once it gets a few inches deep, they stay inside their coop.
Veikko, the wonderdog.
Tractor tire tracks in soft ground.
The last remaining berries of summer - lowbush cranberries?
Ice forming on the pond.
Ice grapes.
Our lakefront estate.
I had to sacrifice a few spruces that were shading our new greenhouse.
Hunting on a mountain bike is completely legal. You see about as many deer as you do walking, and you cover a lot more ground.
David and Jonathan putting up Christmas lights in a spruce.
It was much easier years ago when the tree was small...
...but it's well worth the effort.
When Christmas morn is dawning....
...actually, the first day of Advent.
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