Going Into Hibernation

First thing this morning, I stood outside in the old men’s field – all was calm (between weathers, as it is known) and thought this is nice. I can do this.

There was a beautiful blue sky.  It was starting to warm up a little too.  You can certainly feel every degree difference both ways.

The boys munched their buckets around me.  It was a good happy sound.

Some don’t even lift their heads to breathe (** cough, Iacs **).  Every calorie matters to him and his silly-frilly.

Haakon does come up for air, though, because he knows I will stand guard and stop anyone else getting his bucket.

When the sun came out, I could feel everyone breathe out and relax. This afternoon, there was a huge pile of horses all asleep in the sun. They were enjoying themselves.

I am glad we all had a breather because Storm Ellen (which apparently is a polar vortex (eh?)) is crashing down on us next.

Extra rations tonight and please think of us all these next few days.  February feels like the longest month this year.  As I type, I can already hear the wind outside starting to rev up.

I keep looking at as many different weather forecasting websites in the hopes that one of them says the rest are wrong.  Ever the optimist!  Failing that, I am going into hibernation.

4 thoughts on “Going Into Hibernation

  1. Sam

    Lovely to see your sun shining on Handsome Gents. As for Polar Vortex storms – they suck BIG TIME. New England coastline has not had a proper winter, which will mean massive tick season later on. You have my sympathy, thoughts and prayers over the next few days. Little Miss Maine Coon sends Monster purrs.

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  2. Judith Garbutt

    Really feel for you, Frances. This weather is the absolute pits. Relative to some areas of the country, it hasn’t been too horrific where I am but it’s soooo wearing – the wind and the mud make everything such hard work! I hope Storm Ellen is less ferocious than anticipated. Will be thinking about you.

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  3. Sherry Walter

    Prayers for you, our winter last year was hit with a Polar Vortex – several mornings it was -20 * F (real temp., the windchill was worse). It made it supremely difficult to get out of bed let alone go outside to take care of all the animals! The dogs perfected their ‘speed pee’!

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