The forecast of snow can strike dread in the horse owner's heart. Shoveling out doors, pushing wheelbarrows through drifts and chopping frozen water is all part of horse-keeping in the winter. Virginia had been lucky all season until the beginning of March. And then we got a corker of a storm!
About fifteen inches fell overnight and kept falling the next day until we had twenty inches and the sharp wind blew drifts as high as two feet. Fortunately, we never lost power although most people in the area did. After the 'derico' last June when we lost electricity for five days, my husband bought a generator. He was almost sad not to try it out, but he did get to use his new snow blower on the tractor.
However, technology didn't help me much.
I have braved plenty of snowy seasons, and after strapping on my snowshoes, headed across the yard and down the hill to the neighbors (where the horse are pastured over the winter) carrying my little kid's plastic shovel. It was an adventure, and shoveling out the doorway after plunging through thick snow was exhausting. The horses were safe and dry in the huge loafing shed, but glad to see grain in their buckets and lots of hay. Snow had blown into the one side and covered the inside fencing, but it didn't take long to clear, and horses like mine that are allowed to grow winter coats are super-hardy. I, however, was cold, wet and puffing like an old lady after trudging back up the hill to home.
The tiny dogs were not as hardy as the horses and initially dismayed at the storm. To keep them from doing their business right outside the doorway, I shoveled a poop path for them in our little woods. (Talk about spoiled!) But really, there was no way the Chihuahua princess and Ziggy the hyper-reactive mutt could handle two feet of powder. With coats on, the four of us (Chuck the cat was also excited about our poop path) ventured outside. Our walk was short, and Ziggy especially did his business quickly and beat it back to the door ready to go inside. Fang was more adventuresome but she has been an outdoor girl since she was a puppy. Poor Ziggy who spent most of his life in shelters, has been clueless about the weather. If he could he would carry an umbrella in the rain and wear ear muffs in the cold. The snow stuck around for several days, but true to March weather, we soon had 60 degrees and . . . . . mud. But that's another story.
Did you get hit by the March snow? Are you ready for spring? Or is it still a long way off?