Well the moment I had been dreading arrived today. I woke up to a blizzard and about half an inch of snow!
Faith just isn't great at putting her feet on strange things, and although she had encountered snow in abundance last year, given some of the traumas we have had about stepping on to wet concrete, I dreaded the prospect of a snowy, slippy yard.
Anyway, I gave the beds brekkie and hay, and Faith's startled reaction to a snowy bucket kind of confirmed my worst fears.
So I spent the next hour sweeping every scrap of snow off the stable side of the yard with my trusty besom broom, and gritted every last inch of it, thus making a snow free path to the yard gate.
I put large piles of hay in the front paddock, and prepared to let the neds out. Tommy went out first as usual, and started tucking into the hay. Then I opened Faith's door, and she stepped out gingerly, changed her mind and went back in. Then she spotted the pile of snow I had banked up on the opposite side of the yard, marched over to it, climbed on top of it, took a big mouthful then proceeded to stroll down the snowy side of the yard and out into the field! I was gobsmacked and delighted in equal measure!
Tilly followed her out, and they are all three currently naked and frolicking in the snowy sunshine! Happy days!
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