There's definitely a chill in the air, which seems worse because of how unusually warm it had been. The fierce wind we've had is making me want to hibernate until spring, but now the yard is covered in sticks. As Joe and I like to say, "that sounds like a problem for future us to deal with". π It's not that we are lazy procrastinators, it's that we are too busy with other things that we deem more important than yard work, so picking up sticks will have to wait.
Laurelin was the only ham to take the slice of carrot I got for them. She's always been a bit like a vacuum cleaner. She almost always pouches whatever is offered. She's definitely more food motivated that the others.
Tarmund really liked this nice warm blanket and was especially intrigued by the holes. He squeezed through one and was running around between the layers of the blanket for a while before he emerged from a different hole. After he was done with his little adventure, he picked up the carrot, ate a bit, and then dropped it and went back to exploring. I guess he didn't like it enough to pouch the rest for later.
I was unable to get a single picture of these two both looking at me. They were so excited to be exploring the blanket. When they started showing interest in squeezing through the holes (like Tarmund had done), I decided I was done taking pictures and that they had done enough exploring, so I snatched both of them up before I lost one. They look innocent enough, but they can be devious little buggers. π