"Open up! It isn't a fit night out for man nor beast."

If it's not a polar vortex then it's another Alberta clipper blowing down from the icy north down into the midwest.  The weather out side hasn't been fit for man nor beast.  But not even a winter weather advisory would keep us from getting out for a little Olympic training.

 Wildlife has a rough time when the temperature gets so low with high winds.  But, along the northern boarder of the tree farm where the drifts almost covered the top strand of barbed wire, there was several sets of pheasant tracks.  Which I always see as a good sign.  Then again Big Jim would reply to me  "you can't eat tracks".

 Once again Joan and Mart hosted the outing and even though the sun was shining bright, the cold temperature and high winds kept the number of skiers down to just a few.

 
 Marts nephew Scott making tracks.


 Back at the house we were rewarded with hot gumbo, cold beer, goobers and chocolate  chip muffins.






 Driving back home Sue and I noticed a paint horse high tailing it through the field, back to the barn.  We both thought it was kinda odd.

Another quarter mile down the road and we spotted three coyotes along the hillside.  We thought about how tough it must be for wildlife when the environment is so harsh and food so scarce . 

Not all the animals have it so rough in winter.  Tuzu and Lilli don't stray too far away from the warmth of the wood stove and the heat lamp these days.  That is, if they know what's good for them.