The best laid plans go awry when the weather changes. I was going to get all the horses, goats, and dogs out today, of course envisioning a blue, cloud free sky, and firm snow underfoot. When, finally, I got outside (at 1 p.m.), it was overcast and gloppy under foot. And it was raining. It began as a mist and became a drizzle.
I took Tinni out because he’s resumed sparring with Siggi. Exercise always seems to do us both good. Plus, I can mosey around the loop and see what’s up in the hood. It was a slog, but a happy slog. We didn’t stay out long, a half-hour or so, just enough time to get sodden. My fleece gloves absorbed so much rain that by the time I rounded the final corner, droplets hit the ground when I clenched my fist.
I put Tinni in the pen, removed his bridle, and thanked him for the nice ride by scratching him on the withers. I then cleaned the pen – snow covered manure is again surfacing. Next, I groomed the horses and scraped the rain off all their coats.
I’d been wondering if all would have enough sense to get out of the rain – I feared that later, the temperature will drop and the water on their coats will turn to ice. I ought not to fret about such things for Icelandics are smarter than most ponies (Raudi) horses (Siggi). I turned and looked back before returning to the house—and saw that all four had moved into the outside and inside shelters. All were eating the last bits of hay.
The photos are of Pete and the plow truck. Yesterday the clutch bolt broke. Jim welded it back together for him this afternoon. It’s again running just fine—for now.
Pete in the plow truck
Our plow truck is a 69 Dodge Powerwagon