The Worst Day of the Winter award goes to this morning with its blizzard conditions. Lily was visibly shivering and wet when I went out to the barn to feed. I felt more exasperation than pity since she was standing out in the storm, but had to find a wool cooler and blanket for her anyway after I chased Smoke out of her stall and put her in it. (The barn stalls are open except for when I actually feed the horses their concentrate.) She looked much more comfortable once I got her blanket on her, using the cooler as a liner.<\/p>\n
The storm is blowing from the north, so Smoke’s stall in the old shed was useless as shelter. I ended by putting him in the hay aisle in the new barn to eat his pellets, but had to spend some time first arranging things so he couldn’t get into too much trouble. I left him with plenty of hay, even though he can’t really eat it, in hopes he will be entertained by the hay instead of getting bored and demolishing the hay aisle once he gets done with his concentrate. I decided not to blanket Smoke because, although he was plastered with snow, he looked comfortable and his coat is a lot denser than Lily’s. <\/p>\n
It looks like the storm is due to last until tomorrow, unfortunately.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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