Gandalf is a sleepy cotton ball.

GUYS. ALLEGRA IS BACK.

Things have been pretty rough here at Three Oaks Farm for the past few days: everyone's favorite antihistamine, Allegra T. Fatcat, had been missing since Friday.

Allegra does this sometimes--he's a wanderer. He's got a free spirit.

He's a cat.

And now?

HE'S BACK.

The many sides of Baxter.

Here's a picture of Baxter looking surprisingly solemn (he's just not normally a very solemn guy):


And here he is being a dog:

Oh, hey Precious.

Greatest invention. Ever.

The worst thing about winter is that the various animals outside end up with frozen water. It is terrible. You wake up and stare at the ceiling and know that you have to go out into freezing weather and and either break ice or defrost a gigantic metal container that the chickens drink out of.

Or maybe not.

Because we got one of THESE:

It may look like an upside-down baking pan with a cord, but do not be deceived. It is a chicken water defroster (actually Southern States calls it a "heated base poultry fountain," but that seems like a bit Much). It is GENIUS and I love it.

Randy cozy on tree clippings.

Lovely tree lot.