This is the only shed I haven't shoveled off yet. It's getting pretty deep up there.
This one I shoveled completely off last Tuesday!
This one I shoveled off Thursday night.
Willie had a couple of inches of snow on his back this morning. most of it tumbled off when he moved his bulk to the feed bucket. He has a shed, but has has so much hair he just doesn't ever care to be in. I put his last round bale in there to encourage him to hang out inside, he popped on it.
My Hay guys had a mix up; One loaded the delivery truck with mulch to go one way and the other thought the first had been nice and loaded it with hay coming to RPF, so hopped in a brought it over while I was at work. He was nice enough to come back and get it pretty quickly when I called and he investigated what had happened- but the Ponies got their first round bale of the season in the mean time. The Fjords just love dirt piles to climb! They are so interesting. Fences are getting really short!
The cabin roof never needs shoveling. Snow slides nicely off the slippery metal roofing. and piles up in front of the porch which is nearly 3 feet off the ground. Yes it's much taller than the truck now. Tomorrows weather calls for 40 degrees Fahrenheit-- Tuesday and Wednesday near 50 degrees and rain. There may be pictures of river flooding coming soon. Oh and the grand babies are coming to build a snow fort with caves and everything tomorrow. There will have to be pictures of that!
I'm going back to church tomorrow. This is a momentous occasion. and not just any Church, the little Free Will Baptist Church around the corner that I grew up in. When I first arrived in Hollis last year Becky Hanson called me to welcome me home and invite me back to church. It felt good! And I have been thinking about it since. It's time. I'll let you know how it goes.
I'm getting so attached to this wild bucking pony! I really didn't want to. She is worried, she is pushy, She is dangerous, she rears and bucks, she is opinionated, she is stand-offish, she is amusing and full of personality,she learns quickly and repeats her lessons with ease, she is bold, she can take care of herself, and I find myself learning just being in her presence. We have little impromptu halter-less training sessions while navigating the very cool labyrinth of paths she created through the snow, as I bring her grain twice a day. She has learned to respect my space. Today I tested her patience by stopping, setting the grain bucket down, getting my camera out of its pouch, taking off one glove and trying to get a picture of how high the snow is beside the path we are on. As I bent over to point the camera at our legs she reached from the spot where she now knows she needs to stand behind me and lightly tickled my back with her upper lip. She once in the beginning took a good solid bite at my back while following me to her feed bucket. She didn't much care for the outcome. She went to just trying to push me over or run me down. That didn't work so well for her either. Now she knows her limits and though she still needs to let me know she has an opinion she is respectful. I respect her immensely for that! I turned around and snapped this photo of her today:
Or did I just start listening?