So I Hear There's a Storm?

I know by now most everyone outside of the state of Florida is cursing up a storm, at this storm. Just remember, though, no matter how bad it gets...


Don't drive angry....don't drive angry!!

Lucky for me, I was able to buy a couple of roundbales of alfalfa before the storm hit, so I have no room to complain. The horses all have blankets, shelter, two large stocktanks filled with warmed water, and free-choice premium alfalfa (these are 1900lb bales--so heavy they actually stripped the gears off my bale mover and I had to call someone with a bale bed to move them in).

Despite being pretty much set for the storm, the kids still insisted on grain. I took them off their oats, though, because I wanted them to eat as much hay as they could possibly get--the hay is what keeps them warm in the -25 degree wind chills. Oats...not so much.

Poor, suffering kids.

Speaking of suffering (or lack thereof), I went out during the blizzard portion of yesterday's snowpocolyse to make sure everyone was doing ok and the boys were running around and playing!! I took that as a sign they were doing better than I was, so I trudged back inside, took off the ten layers of winter wear I had piled on, and sat down to get some work done from home.

Last night, though, I finally broke down and went to the store. On my way there, I spotted a sundog.

Although it didn't signal that the wind was over, or the temps were to improve, at least that meant the snow was finished. It's impossible to tell how much we got because it all blew into the next state over, but I won't officially call this event finished until these winds die down. Hopefully the nearly two tons of hay will last until then (with these swine horses, you never know)!

Wait a minute, the sun is out...I can almost see my shadow. Thankfully that doesn't count.

Phil me meet again,