This beautiful weather vane pointed the way to Arnold's field...
...sure enough, he was waiting patiently for his treats. Ninety-six year old John was busy filling a hay net for him, checking on his water trough...a truly remarkable and immensely likeable man. He was not going to let a few inches of snow get in the way of caring for Arnold.
We continued our walk through the fields and along the Great Eau, making our way towards Belleau.
I couldn't resist this shot which shows the wonderful, old dovecote and to the left of the photograph you can see the tower of Belleau church. My attention was taken by the sight of a tiny clump of primroses on the far bank of the river (which I photographed, but blogger won't allow me to upload it, grrr) suddenly there was a squeal from Toby.
He had tried to cross a cattle grid, got his back legs caught and was unable to haul himself out. Luckily, only his dignity was hurt. I hauled him out and he walked very nicely to heel, for a few minutes!
Our walk continued through the village and out across the fields, miles of fresh, crunchy snow.
The first job when we returned home was to check on the hens again. They were all in good form and quickly demolished their bowl of 'hot' mash.
Remember those poor scrawny girls of a few weeks ago? Don't they look different now!
Xiao Ji is in the foreground, then we have Isadora, Frankie, and Boudica. They don't mind the snow at all and are still producing three eggs a day. Good girls!
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