….creeps in this petty pace from day to day…(or something like that.) No, Horngard I has not yet fledged completely and was handed back to the nest by the helpful Agent who pointed out that just flapping wings wasn’t flying, and the primaries were only half as long as they should be. Metaphorically speaking.
Horngard I is back on my daily list of things to work on, the Wildlife Management Activity Report has been turned in (last Friday, printed at Office Depot, on better paper than I used and a better and much faster printer…wowza) , and though I have the other official report to finish by the end of the week, it’s much shorter.
We’re having an ice storm. Everything outside’s very slippery. We are careful, you betcha. Not driving anywhere. Walking to/from the barn and hay shed with careful steps and a stout stick for balance. Horses are allowed as much hay (and a little more) than they can eat, and hot water is taken to the barn to warm what they drink, all to prevent the kind of colic horses get in the cold if they won’t drink enough icy water. Their hard feed is served very, very sloppy–water poured onto it–for the same reason. Neither (as mentioned before) will wear a blanket and it’s only in the upper-mid twenties, so they’re fine except that Tigger’s mane has frozen solid from the fine freezing mist-rain (mizzle?) Nothing to do but remind him, by offering and being refused, that he could be wearing a blanket. So far, so good. Below freezing, will be that way all day and night, might or might not get above freezing tomorrow night and will continue to drip out of the sky tomorrow, but Friday’s supposed to be clear sky. The farrier’s due on Friday, and on the weekend I may or may not be receiving Ruby, a pony I’ll be boarding for a friend for a few months.
For those of you used to cold weather, I’m overdressed (and my legs still feel a little chilly, even with long johns, knee socks over the long johns, under jeans) but I’m an older person with most of my life spent in HEAT. Yesterday evening I put on a sweater my mother made me decades ago: genuine Icelandic wool, and design, and boy is that thing WARM and COZY on a cold night with specks of frozen stuff landing on me.
Soooo…what needs fixing in Horngard I? Aesil M’dierra and Aris Marrakai (not as a pair…no…as individuals) and the middle of the book which now has been declared flat. Should keep me busy for awhile. Back to work (unless I take a nap. It’s the day for it. For lunch I mixed the leftover chili (Wolf Brand) from last night’s chili dogs with the vegetable soup with an added half a sausage sliced in it I had for lunch yesterday, and R- made drop biscuits. The chili-soup mix was amazing and the biscuits warm and wonderful.)