Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Sleep-Over

The wind really picked up, gusting up to 30 mph, so I opted to keep everyone inside for the night. Sounds easy? It would have been, except the tractor is parked in the barn aisle, with the tiller attached, and the manure spreader attached to that. No problem, right? Except for the Blacks.

Did I mention it was also snowing? Flurries, really, but with the blast of wind gusts, it was nearly white-out conditions. The snow was accumulating on the bricks, the cars, gravel, and anywhere the wind placed it.

The boys are easy, they know which stall is whose, but the Blacks, nope. They don't officially have an assigned stall, and it was easier to get them into a stall when the tractor wasn't in the way.

I got the boys in, simple. The Blacks had to wrap their heads around the strategy. He came in, and around, and out, then in, out, around, out, and eventually got into Lil Fred's stall. OK, you can stay there. She had more issues, needed even more time.

Ally got in as far as the newly installed corner feeder, surely she could smell the sweet feed that Beau was rapidly consuming. She tried to get her lips between the bars. Didn't work. With his dinner diminishing, I'm sure she could still smell the feed in Sprite's stall. All the while the Littles were trying to come in, but Ally was repelling their attempts. In and out, around, backing up, in and out, around.

Finally she got herself into Sprites' stall and found the corner feeder. Yea! The Littles got their feed out of the blue pans. Hay all around. Electric buckets filled and plugged in.

They are in for the night. The wind is howling. Going down to single digits if you count the wind chill, which I do. The snow squalls have cleared out and it is bitterly cold, bright stars.

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