I really thought the horses would run around like crazy today. Yesterday, we had an ice storm that turned the pastures, the corrals, the paths to the house and the driveway into an enormous skating rink. Then, it rained almost two inches in two hours last night. I know because I was driving alone in the car during the worst of it. So, when I woke up to 40 degree weather with clear skies, I figured that the horses would love to come out and play.
We still had these ice floes and frozen moon craters in the pasture. Smart horses that they are, they took note and there was not even any trotting. They ventured out slowly to the middle of one of the iciest parts, looked at each other and headed back to munch the hay that I dropped next to the fence.
I was in Silk’s stall trying to deal with the brown ooze that was bubbling up out of the ground. It took a trip to the feed store and three bags of wood pellet horse bedding to get things under control. At least it wasn’t as bad as last winter’s flooded stall drama. When the ground is frozen, there’s no place for the water to drain in these intense downpours.
Last February, we had a storm, and Silk’s stall filled with poop soup up to her knees. Since it was still coming down like crazy, I had to put both horses in Siete’s stall and bail Silk’s with a bucket. The sump pump kept clogging, and the water kept rising. Using a smaller bucket as a scoop, I filled one of those big water buckets over a dozen times, dragging it out to dump it in the bushes. Then, I emptied 12 bags of wood pellets, which soaked up the stinky water and immediately had to be shoveled out. It took eight more bags of pellets to achieve a dry stall. I couldn’t move my arms for about a week.
I didn’t have to do that today. The horses behaved and didn’t break their legs. The ice melted in the warm sun. Phil the Groundhog told us that we’d have 6 more weeks of winter. Despite that, I’ll call it a good day.