If ever we needed proof that cold sinks, as I drove down our hill and into the little valley that leads up to the highway, my car read 1 F. That's the lowest temperature number I've ever seen my car display. If I could have pulled over safely, I would have taken a picture just for posterity.
Fortunately, the wind was calmer this morning, so while it was cold doing chores this morning, the cold wasn't biting. All of the goats have plenty of food, water, shelter, and bedding, so they should be doing ok. The one specific concern during this kind of weather is frostbite on the ends of dangly ears. That is usually something that happens to baby goats rather than adults, though, so hopefully everyone stays warm and fine. And honestly, my boys' ears get torn up and torn off during fighting with no further harm to the goat. Dangly ears are pretty, but not necessary for survival.
Because I'd warmed up plenty from the exercise and wearing a parka, once I got back inside the house, I was toasty. I wasn't thinking too hard about the cold when I went to get dog food out of the mudroom. I grabbed the metal food scoop with my bare hand. My hand was just wet enough, and the scoop was plenty cold enough, for an instant ice-bond to form. Fortunately, I had the presence of mind to just run the hand/scoop fusion under the water in the kitchen sink until we parted ways.