After four days of warm(ish) weather last week, the snow was soft enough that the boys were able to make a snowman.

Jude was the foreman of the project, but all three boys participated, and had a total hoot doing it!


When they were done, they informed me that it was supposed to look like Daddy (whom we were expecting home from a five-day business trip the next day).
 
"The straw is his hair, see?" Jude pointed out.

"Ah." I replied.

"Can you take a picture?" he asked.

"Of course," I replied.


This Wednesday morning, we noticed that the cats thought building a snowman was a good idea, too.


On the day of the snowman-building, it was warm enough that I had instructed the boys to leave the chicken coop door open for a few hours so the chickens could enjoy the sun. Noah got a little over-exuberant and hauled a couple birds all the way over to the house and set them in the snow. Jude promptly put them back, but not before I snapped this photo of one of them.


This stunned look says, "What the heck am I doing over here?!! And now what do I do?"

Poor girl.