Almost. Guess after the past week, there's a new normal. I keep looking over my shoulder, watching WeatherBug, double checking. Ready to turn the AC on full blast. The farm looks like a desert; all we need is sand. Had to resort to feeding hay in the summer in an orchard grass pasture. The new new.
The new girls are great sharers with each other, yet able to make decisions independently. They're growing into their new home.
SP scrounging for scraps, even though there's a plenty in the field.