It's been 19 days since the post-Christmas blizzard. Under normal circumstances,
the snow would have been long gone, but below-normal temperatures are prolonging the meltdown.
New snow boots! Much warmer and safer than
the slick-bottomed western boots I'd been wearing.
They're very practical...
...for my walks around the ranch.
Not so much for kicking loose the frozen poop piles,
at which my pointy-toed boots excelled.
Ten, Eleven and Twelve continue their occupation of their older sisters' coop.
For reasons known only to them, the equines drink all the water from the small pail
before moving on to the larger tub. The water is heated to the same temperature,
so the behavior makes no sense to me.
Me: George, you're going to get your head stuck.
George: So maybe you should fill it up again, don't you think?