Not Much To Do
I'm still not 100% recovered from my respiratory thing, so I am lacking a bit of energy. However, I think winter is sapping my ambition even more than that. I am just not accomplishing anything worthwhile.
I feel sorry for the Boys too. There's not much entertainment out there in the snow. However, Chance and Tucker did find some mud to roll in somewhere. I have a feeling it might have been out in the pasture since I saw no sign of bare earth in the paddocks or arena. The other clue was an oak leaf in Chance's mane. I think there's an oak on the northwest edge of the pasture. I didn't go out to look as I only had my muck shoes on instead of my boots. The snow between paddocks and pasture is still several inches deep and it looks to have melted down underneath, making it snow soup.
My driveway is now dry and clear wherever I plowed, which means it's just about time for the next round of snow--predicted tonight into tomorrow. Every time I start to see bare ground the weather takes a snow turn and covers it back over.
I didn't bother trying to brush the muddy boys as the coating was still wet. All I'd be doing is kind of smearing the dirt around on them. I must admit, though, that Toby's and Chance's white socks are still sparkling. That is one thing the snow does nicely. But you have to keep an eye out for scratches, particularly on white legs. The constant wet can cause a problem. I never had a problem with any of my dark legged horses, but I need to make a note to check everyone's legs tonight when I go out for late feed.
If the Boys are not snow covered at that point, I may be able to give the muddy ones a quick brush then.
Once again, it all depends on the weather.
Winter at Follywoods continues to confound.