Tom and I stopped at the fish pond to see if any fish had survived the winter. The ice had melted from the bog pond. Much to our amazement, there were three fish, three times bigger than last year, swimming around in the water. The larger pond still has a covering of ice, so we don't know the plight of the two fan tails. We knew that they survived in Tennessee under ice, but this was frozen solid, or so we thought. I am delighted.
Tom and I went out to see a new baby finnsheep baby who was born this week at three and a half pounds. I'm doing a story for the paper on the sheep and the farm. The baby's name is Venus.
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