Treacherous morning - everything is encapsulated in a cocoon of ice. What had been cleaned up last night was mostly clear, although some black ice was still evident. The driveway was out of control!
Skip's stall was a sight! Usually he is neat and tidy. He deposits his manure in the corner and preserves his sawdust. This morning, with all the 'stall walking' last night, agitated with the noise of scraping ice, it looked like an EPA superfund site. Ugh. I let him out while I cleaned his stall, side to side, end to end. After I put fresh sawdust in he helped himself to a roll in the stall.
The icicles were falling off the roof in the wind, sounding like gunshots. The melting ice was hitting the metal roof, sounding like a downpour.
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