This is day three of 30 below. The night time temperature is very cold and there is high humidity in the air, which makes the cold go right through the bones. Captain Morgan died last night. Last year his feet froze off and he could not perch. Without being able to roost, he was subject to the cold at ground level and he did not make it. The dogs have houses to retreat to, but they only go there if it is windy, raining or snowing, and not even always do they then. This morning, Ofcharka could be seen curled up in a hay slice which had slightly fallen. This gave him a good base of hay to lay on and hay on two sides to curl into. Only his nose was unprotected, so he curled his tail around and snuggled under it. That's why dogs have fluffy tails. Jade and Jenna curled in another pile of hay and sure enough, curled their tails over their noses. Those are just the best dogs, those livestock guardians and I love each one immensely, fluffy tails and all.
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