Although we don't have the snow other parts of the UK do, we have some pretty spectacular frost. Until I came to let the junior hens out of their house this morning, I hadn't spotted the cobwebs festooning it. The senior hens live in the stable, as they were so violent when the juniors came on the scene they had to be separated. All is now reasonably harmonious, but the hens have maintained their separate sleeping arrangements.
Junior hen Echo was less than impressed with the snow, but seems positively perky about the frost.
There was the most amazing damask pattern on the concrete slabs outside the stable - a week or so ago I'd washed it down, which had left a thin veil of mud, which has turned into what could be some splendid fabric design.
It's all really rather beautiful.