Wednesday, December 9, 2009

First Big Winter Storm

Sometime late last night we entered our first big winter storm of the year. Waking up this morning I was greeted with raging winds and lots of sharp, blowing snow. Yay. I went out to the barn to feed Cleo and clean. I wasn't planning on letting her out but I figured that if she wanted to go out for an hour she was more then welcome to. I haltered her and led her to the back of the barn. We have an old fashioned barn so there's a part in the back that's open I guess so they could drive the tractor in? Anyways. Well Cleo took one look outside and was instantly freaked out by the raging, scary wind that was about to carry her away like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz.
She then looked at me as if to say: " you're not seriously thinking about putting me out there today are you???"
I reassured her " No I'm not putting you out there today, was just showing you that you really don't want to be out there today."
She then came back inside and enjoyed her breakfast and as much hay as she wanted as I made sure her stall was clean and fresh. As I was doing this I found myself wishing that I was her at this moment. I mean how great would it be to have someone clean up after you all the time and make sure that you had meals and water and not to mention the pampering she gets everyday? Lucky girl she is. Anyway.

Later on this afternoon it cleared up outside and the wind died down a bit. With the last 20 minutes of daylight I decided Cleo could go out and get some fresh air and run around a bit if she wanted. Obviously she wasn't so hot on this idea. I opened her stall and she just looked at me not moving. After finally getting her to leave her stall she walked very slowly out back stopping at the doorway to sniff the snow - just in case it was really a monster waiting for her. She then stood at the gate staring out me, pleading with me to let her in. I cleaned her stall again made her dinner and let her back in. When she saw me coming I got a big whinny, her way of telling me she was dying outside. I'm sure she was :P. That's my girl! Always good for a laugh!





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