In a December Fog

We awoke to a pea-soupish fog this morning, the first day of December. Somehow that seems fitting, since this month is going to be a blur -- my  brain is already in a December fog.

I fed the cows right away but decided to leave the chickens closed in the coop a bit longer while I enjoyed the peaceful quiet.

It was so gray the yard light was still on at 7:30 a.m.

I invited Zinnie along on a little photo-taking walk in the woods and prairie, her first time out there.

The woods was silent except for the sound of muffled dripping.

Not a lot to see in the prairie!

We might harvest one of these little spruce or white pines to be our Christmas tree this year.

I especially love walking through the Norway spruce windbreak in the fog.

Zinnie checked out the ramshackle old shed where Sara raised two pigs a couple years ago. We might  have to  refurbish this shed enough to raise a couple more pigs--Cadence is thinking she would like to have a pig roast at her wedding celebration on the farm next summer.

Chickens in the fog.

And  ducks and goose. They really appreciate this warm weather when I can fill the pool with fresh water for them. They like swimming much better than ice skating.

Usually we have a fabulous view of rolling hills to the east!