Even the critters have cabin fever

 My walking bath from the gate to the barn.  I have to go feed the cats, you know.

I can't get the outside door to the chicken house open.  In fact, I tried, and tore it off the hinges.  For now I am simply throwing chicken feed on the snow in their pen.  They seem to be satisfied with that.  

This is the path the cows use to get in the barn lot.

The calves have made a path to the hutches, where they can get out of the wind.  The manure in the hutches is plentiful, so we have some very dirty calves.

Ole' Whitey George isn't so white any more.

The nasty horse shed.  The horses don't mind much, since they sleep standing up.  When they aren't using it, the cows do.  Cows don't sleep standing up.  Nasty cows.  

The horses have stomped an area clear around the trailer, so that's where they spend most of their time.  

This is the very rough path the cows have made to the water.  I had difficulty maneuvering on it, and I'm sure they do too.  

Here you see two-week-old Jenny Longlegs on the path to the hay area.   

Jody is going to join the herd at the hay ring.  

Bleak picture, isn't it?  

The cows can't walk in this stiff any better than I can, so they only create paths where they have to go.  

I stay pretty close to the house, where I can get around safely.  

Little Jenny stays on the paths too.