We were hoping for a big meltdown

One day of snowscapes is pretty. Two days is one too many.

We were hoping for a big meltdown on Sunday but it didn't happen. 

The sun was bright, the sky was blue, but the temperature was cold.

I felt obligated to take snow pictures, if for no other reason than it adds a little variety to the contents of this blog. 

But taking snow pictures is not fun. You might even say it's for the birds.

An entire family of bunnies has taken up residence in the hay barn. 

This one let me get so close that I suspected he was frozen stiff. 

He dove under the barn a nanosecond after I snapped this. 

As I tried to stand up, it was I who was frozen stiff.

The chickens want nothing to do with the snow and spent the weekend huddled in their stall. 

I have no picture to show you of Wynonna. She refused to come out of her pigloo to pose.

Hank and his herd are hanging close to the barn, 

soaking up the sun while they can and spending all their energy staying warm.

I keep reminding myself that equines readily adapt to winter temperatures
as long as they have shelter, plenty of hay, and unfrozen water.
Still, it makes me feel better to share my warm scarf with Miss Lucy.

Estella asked yesterday if I rode in the winter. Why, yes, I do...
when there's no snow on the ground, no wind, and the temperature is at least 45.
I did not ride this weekend. Call me a wuss. I won't be offended.

Smooch remains on security patrol regardless of the weather,

but even she is getting bored with all this white stuff.
I've warned her that she'd better get used to it.

 

It's my forecast and I'll whine if I want to.

The 7MSN just isn't supposed to look like this.