Ugh.
I've been making myself sick following about a dozen different professional and amateur meteorologists gleefully tracking this storm from its infancy. By yesterday, I was a complete ball of anxiety.
Snow isn't bothersome, but the raging winds and sub zero temperatures are. I don't worry so much about myself, but having outdoor animals who can't be enclosed through this mess makes me want to vomit with worry. I've done my best; last night I screwed a couple pieces of scrap plywood to the front of the run in shed to help block the winds. I was surprised this morning to find them still there, as I fully expected the mules to have them mostly eaten. Mules are the hybrid offspring of a horse and a donkey, but I'm telling you, they're actually 1/3 horse, 1/3 donkey, and 1/3 beaver.
Last night I raked up all the waste hay and mixed it in with the shavings inside the shed to make a nice, thick bed. There are four piles of new hay along the walls for eating, and I've moved the water bucket from the doorway to the back of the shed. I admit, all this only serves to make ME feel good, because those mules will stand up in the back corner of the paddock in the weather until the snow stops. Makes me crazy.
The snow started coming down around 7:00 this morning, and now at 9:30 it's coming down at a good clip.
(pre-snow)
Water jugs are filled, wood box is filled, electronics are charged, and shovels are sharpened. I'm not happy about any of this, but what can you do?
Well...I can bitch about it. 😁
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