Not a lot has changed here since the last post I wrote. The sky is still grey, shedding snow occasionally like finely grated parmesan cheese. The cows are masticating their hay constantly, blurring their bones from our sight with layers of valuable fat. The water for the chickens freezes every night. Edmund just set up this heat lamp with a timer on it to keep the ice at bay. The extra light may also persuade a few more eggs from the flock. I shut them in tonight and thought it looked so cozy in there. Maybe I am lonely for the Thanksgiving company we just had, but it looked like a sleepover to me. I'm sure they'll be talking long into the night.