This morning, the wind was practically gone, there were no more polar bears, and the view outside the window was a still whiteness, with small ridges on the clean white surface. Some areas of deeper drifting were visible, but overall, it didn't look all that dreadful. I had a coffee, and contemplated the prospect of snow removal and getting to the barn. I then had yogurt, and contemplation on the side. I read my email for work, answered a few, spent some time on a work project, and then thought it might be time to actually feed the critters outside. Considering the fact that by it was nearly 10 am by then, I should have been clued in to the fact that I had not seen or heard any goat or rooster yet. Smart cookies, my animals are!
Upon recognizing that the food-giver was actually present, the rest of the animals began their usual chorus and I spent the next half hour trudging about with buckets of feed and water and hay bales, occasionally stumbling on hidden blocks of ice under the snow, or other unseen obstacles. It wasn't difficult to determine that the snowblower was needed in the backyard too, so I retrieved it and plowed out nice little paths for myself (and a certain small white goat.)