Couldn’t stay in bed forever because I had animals to feed. So I got up, dressed, and went outside. It was a slog, going down to, and into the horse pen. I hate slogging, which is why I put shoveling out the pen and surrounding areas high on the agenda.
Picking up manure after a snowfall is always a pain in the ass because with it comes a great deal of snow. I usually pick up four five-gallon buckets in the morning – when it snows, I pick up seven or so. On such days, and this was such a day, I remind myself that the wet stuff is good for the compost.
Later, after studying, I let the horses out into the yard, opened the middle gate, and began pushing the snow that had accumulated in the front area, into the paddock. I used the snow scoop. It was wet snow and the horses had packed it down, which was why I then made piles with the small shovel, scooped them into the sled, and hauled the sled out to the yard.
After I was done doing all this, I first took Tinni and Ryder for a walk around the loop. We’d planned on going for a ride and opening up our trails, but by the time I got back and Pete was done plowing, the sun was low in the sky. I suggested that we forego the outing because the horses would be wet when we got back. I like to give them time in the sun after a ride.
Together we took Hrimmi and Tyra for a loop walk, then I took Raudi solo. It was dark when, finally, all the horses had been exercised.
I think that winter preparedness is to a large degree a state of mind. It wasn’t like we had a great deal of things to do; rather, it was that we had not yet accepted the fact that snow removal and the like was again to be a part of our winter routine.
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