All folks of wooly, feathery and furry persuasion decided to stay inside for the duration. The chickens couldn't even see over the sides of the paths I opened to the coop when they went outside. The cats were looking up on both sides of the path to our front door and wondering what happened to our land.
I scolded the sheep roundly for being a bunch of candies ("Have you guys seen photos of Icelandics wading through belly-deep snow? Shame on you! Whazza matter with you?!") They just looked at me and said "But why would we? You shovel paths for us so nicely." So I rose to the challenge and powered through several hundred feet of two-and-a-half to three feet deep wet snow. Ms. Olympia!
So there we were: Me at the head of the line, shoveling away, Marsha right behind me, Matilda bringing up the rear and butting Marsha on the butt with her horns when she wanted to move faster. Marsha would then stumble forward and butt me in the butt, and I kept shoveling faster and faster, to try to please Her Highness at the rear of the procession. There is a lesson here, I think: Would you prefer leadership or followership? Personally, I'll take a hot cup o' tea.
Once the Wooly Women were out, and I had shoveled a path out to their favorite tree, cleared a circle around the tree, and shoveled a path back, they frolicked like lambs. Marsha went down the path leaping in the air while Matilda hid behind the tree and played peek-a-boo with her. They chased each other up and down, and up and down the path.
Then I noticed Matilda got winded and her breath was raspy. Well, she is carrying twins, so maybe her Selenium needs are way high. (Because low Selenium can affect heart ands lung muscles, causing windedness and labored breathing.) She is now getting an extra 1/4 tsp of Selenium yeast. Her breathing is back to normal, and my big self-important girl is looking more spunky than ever.