It really isn't much different from February so far. Early days, I know, but still...
This month is only two days old but it has already: exfoliated the fur off my face with blizzard-driven ice pellets, blown my hay down to the lower forty eight states, caused my lower lip to stick firmly to the handle of the water bucket and scoured out the insides of my ears with beads of swirling ice. Molly hasn't noticed a thing.
Herself has put Sally on a spring diet and it has not been well-accepted by the victim. Sally makes pitiful mewing sounds whenever she spies a human and leads them to her food bowl. She peers earnestly into the empty interior and looks up at them, head on one side. It does no good, of course. Then she follows them out into the run-in where she collapses dramatically on the floor. The routine would work better if she didn't suddenly start chasing bits of hay around. To date there has been no appreciable weight loss. Like myself, Sally is an easy keeper.
On a bright note, I have discovered that the McNasty spray the Woman has been using liberally on the fences is actually quite tasty. It's an acquired taste, granted, but quite addictive once acquired. This has not gone over well with Herself. I won't tell you what she said because the censor would be sure to shut down my entire blog. I can assure you it wasn't ladylike in the least. She said much the same thing when we ate an entire pound of cayenne pepper mixed with oil which she had carefully applied to the fence with a brush...
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Oh, Sheaffer. I was hoping you had some relief with this new month!
You might want to stay away from my blog as I am getting ready to post some R&R spring fever photos that daughter took yesterday. It might make you feel a tad better that we had a hard frost last night, but otoh, that sounds so ... minor... compared to blizzarding and the other things you wrote about!
Hang in there. I wish we could share our warm temps with you.
Hay Sheaffer - it was 70 and sunny here today. Flowers on the apricot tree that is still alive. I'm shedding like a mad man. Your spring is right around the corner - I just know it.
Give Molly my love!
billie, oh no, no relief in sight. I will make my way over to your blog and enjoy the photos of the donkey lads partaking in spring frolics. Molly insisted we walk down to the front of the paddock today and I told her I really needed cleats on my feet, given the ice, but she ignored me as usual.
Buddy, seventy degrees in March...and flowers on apricot trees...tell me, is your nearest town called Shangrila? It must be because you seem to live in paradise. If I didn't have hypothermia I would be green with envy.
Hay Sheaffer - I so wish you could come for a visit - we would have so much fun - rolling in the dirt - basking in the sun - EATING!
I love the taste of a good wood fence myself. Much to my peoples dismay, they call me beaver sometimes. I'm a Hafy gurl like your Molly. Just found your blog the other day. My human & I really like it lots.
Uh oh - did you see that Susan? Whoo Hoo. Don't tell Molly I said that.
Susan, another large Haflinger lady? I thought they broke the mold when they created La Molly but you look to be a very close relation. In regards to wood, do you have access to enough at your place for recreational chewing? It's very important for an equine's health. I am delighted that you could join me here - if we can't share a twig together, this is the next best thing.
Buddy, I wondered if this day would come...another large and lovely golden girl. I have absolutely no intention of breaking this news to Molly for fear she would break part of my person. It is raining sideways here and thinking about freezing over. Utterly revolting.
Uh oh is right. I sense drama coming on. Even if Sheaffer doesn't tell Molly, you know she must have spies reading the blog to keep track of her admirers!
Oh Oh Sheaffer - you will never guess what! A big ole tractor came in the yard today - yes a big ole tractor - it was loud and noisy and I LOVED IT. Mom took me out of my paddock so the tractor could grade my paddock - then she put me back in so I could watch him work the rest of the yard. I got as close as I possible could - it was beautiful - and it smelled heavenly. What a great day I had!
Oh yeah, I got lots of wood to chomp. Besides my nighttime stall, my owner Dad lined the top of my paddock fence with boards. And best of all, both my paddock and pasture has tons of trees. I try to explain to owner Mom that wood eating is just like flossing!!!
By the way, Susan is my owner Mom. My name is Camryn. Nice to meet you guys.
Hay Camryn - you sure are beautiful!
Your new fren,
Buddy, I am staying as far away as possible from the triangle you and the Haflinger ladies are forming. I sense extreme pain in my future...As for the tractor in your paddock - my friend, you have been blessed by the gods of machinery. That is one of the most satisfying experiences an equine can have. Intoxicating and over far too soon. Can your woman not buy you your own tractor and drive it around for your amusement?
Camryn, I see you have cleverly given yourself a human cover name. Very wise - that way you can always plead innocent, no matter the situation. Molly seems startled but interested to find there is another full-figured lady horse of her own background. Carry on with your creative chewing - they can't deny us our birthright if we insist on taking it.
Oh Sheaffer! My heart goes out to you! I wish you could be here with us in Florida! The temps are in the 70's every day now, only going down to the 50's at night. So much sand to roll in!!! Pnut and I are snacking on the Live Oak bark; it is very yummy. And there is another highly munchable substance here called Spanish Moss. It hangs down from the trees. Doesn't grow very fast, though, and Pnut has eaten it to her height, which is far above my reach.
Finn Pony, hot sand and snacks hanging down from trees? That's not Florida, it's Nirvana. We have no moss here at the moment, Spanish or otherwise. Just "quelques arpents de neige" as Voltaire said, or "many acres of snow". Woe is me.
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