As I went to bed Wednesday night, the weather forecast called for a 40% chance of snow, 1" to 3" accumulation possible.
I was not expecting to wake up Thursday morning having to shovel my way to the barn
or Wynonna's way from the barn to the porch. (Her legs are so short she gets high-centered if I don't.)
Nor was I expecting to find three donkeys and a horse covered from head to hoof in snow and ice.
Why didn't they seek shelter in the barn, or next to a tree?
All I can figure is the snow came down so fast and furiously, they were as surprised by the storm as was I.
Icicles hanging off the roof are one thing...
...but hanging off my sweet Alan's eyebrows...
...and poor George's body were almost too much for me to bear.
Burros hate getting wet, but not as much as they hate being touched while they're wet.
George and Alan go ballistic when I try to brush the snow off them.
And when I tried to remove the icicles? Not happening.
The best I can do when they get caught in a storm is feed them lots and lots of hay...
...then let the sun work its magic.
By mid-morning, everybody had thawed out. By dinner time, much of the snow had melted.
And by the time you read this post, most of the mud will be gone.
At least in New Mexico, snowstorms can be a pleasant surprise.