No, not the latest ice show coming to a venue near you. Rather, this was how I did chores this morning. Slowly and very carefully. Fortunately we were lucky. By the time I went out it was already 32, so while the ice on the ramp leading from the house was at that lovely “starting to melt and had water on it” slicker than crap stage, the ground wasn’t icy and the horses had good footing.
Still, it’s something to think about and for those with a barn, bringing horses in (much to their dismay) is often the best course of action. Here where we’re 100% pasture boarded with a shelter, I make sure there’s plenty of hay, access to water inside the shelter, and hope the horses stay put when the weather gets bad. Sometimes they do. Sometimes they don’t. What would bother us is nothing to them, and it’s hard for the horse mom to keep that in mind.
We’re supposed to get rain for the next few days and then, hopefully a stretch of dry weather. Not too long. The line between flood and drought is a very thin one here in the Ozarks, but it’d be good for things to dry out. The poor run-in shed is waterlogged and I’d love to start doing some mucking work, if only it’d stop raining…
But for now, I’m thankful that neither the horses, nor I, have to slide across the ice like we were members of the Ice Capades.