The weather today pulled out all the stops. It began by being quite mild but also by raining every which way, including upside down. Doc went out and had a leisurely roll in the muck and Jack and self wisely stayed in the run-in.
In the midst of the maelstrom, the woman bolted out of the house and down the driveway. Good, I thought, she's finally decided to grace someone else with her presence. But no. The tall woman pulled up towing her metal box on wheels and the two of them disappeared. "Yep", Jack said sagely, "sometimes they gits the spring fever and jist cuts and runs." My hopes were revived.
Shortly thereafter they returned and loud, hoarse horse whinnies were heard from within the box. That smoker's neigh could only belong to one equine. La Molly was back. She splooshed loudly over to the paddock and she and Doc had an animated discussion, comprised of snorts and grunts and blowing. All nonsense of course. Jack and I watched from a safe distance. And what, in the midst of this biblical flood did Molly do? Why, begin vacuuming up any loose hay on the ground, completely unfazed by the driving gale.
Sally did not know there were equines other than we three boys and she was so amazed she said "Wowwwww!" and disappeared into the hay storage to think things over. Molly marched over to the hay storage gate and shook it violently, causing Sally to ascend into the rafters and stare down in horror. Molly then tested the barn door and found it was shut as well. She gave up and chased us instead.
By this afternoon the temperature had descended into the minus one hundreds or something and the muck and slop was frozen solid. The woman cooked us a hot dinner and Molly sashayed into her stall and took up residence just as if she had never been away. Oh well, I suppose the annoying neighbours must return from holidays eventually.