Snow in these parts is usually fleeting. An overnight storm might leave a few inches,
but it melts by lunchtime, the ground dries out, and it's like it never happened.
Not so this time. The fallout from our day-after-Christmas blizzard remains
because temperatures have been stubbornly cold and the sun elusive.
El Niño has stolen my typical New Mexico winter, and I want it back.
The herd is getting all the hay they wish to eat, but it's no substitute for grazing.
Lucy has found a way to use the snow to her advantage.
Now she's tall enough to reach the chamisa over the fence.
Lucy: Am I in trouble?
Me: No, eat all you want. It's your reward for being such a clever donkey.
...a clever donkey who was not about to share her discovery.