Of late the field we us to exercise the dogs is like something out of a winter wonderland. Portions of the field are left in shade all day from a shadow cast by a large hill. The weather conditions were perfect. Bright, cold, clear sunny skies followed by bitterly cold nights. Each day we arrived and found the ground covered by flood of crystals. As the days passed the crystals grew deeper and deeper. The frost crystals formed on the top of the existing snow because the temperatures were so low, yet there was humidity in the air, creating what is referred to as a "hoar frost".
The frost was soft & delicate, like powder - not crunchy or painful for the dog's paws.
The frost coated everything, from a lone stem.
Tufts of grass
To a barbed wire fence line.
Even a strand of grass draped over the wire.
The barbed wire was encrusted in shimmering crystals
Like rock candy
A small tree, heavily laden with the weight of the frost
The crystals on the ground were large, as you can see compared to Bea, in the picture below.
Every day when we arrived at the field the frost had grown grew deeper and deeper overnight.
Ranger and Bea exploring on the other side of the fence - where the sun does not shine, due to the shadow of the hill.
"Hey, how do I get back through the fence?"
"I dunno 'bout this here pokey wire stuff."
"Please help me...my feets are sooooo cowwwwd. "
Resistance is futile when dealing with this much cute.
