I feel like we've gone below zero before, but maybe because of all the snow and ice it felt even colder. It was miserable.
I kept hay in front of everyone and they all made it through, but when I walked into the barn this morning feeling around for the light switch and heard a tiny little voice respond "Momma?" to my "Hey guys, just me." and knew that Maisie had stood all night in the skirting area, I nearly cried. I'm as tired of it as they are. -7 is just. too. cold.
I took 48 pictures this morning. Pictures I thought would tell a story. They probably do, but the pictures themselves weren't worth sharing. This one is cute though and does tell me a story. Crazy old Burrnie has fully embraced sneaking over to the gate for handfuls of the Easy Breezy alfalfa or cookies.
We've had lots of cookie parties to not only help with morale, but also to make sure everyone is acting right. Tabitha looked better yesterday, but was a little off again this morning. She's due for her second dose of antibiotics and the weather is sort of breaking so hopefully she'll be on the mend.
Hang in there, southerners. It's got to end eventually...and then we can all go back to complaining about the heat ;-).
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