Daylight Savings Time brought one of the worst storms in history. Wet, slushy snow just kept coming for two days. Everybody stayed in their overnight accommodations until Monday. By then, the horses were ready to climb the walls.
Hobbes (Sixes Daredevil), foreground, and Peyton (All About Peyton) frolic on Monday morning. These two bruisers thought the deep snow was fun — for about five minutes.
Bravo the Mustang tastes snow.
Leda the Mustang watches snow work.
Stable picnic table when we woke up this morning, covered in more than a foot of snow.
Snow drifting at the horse barn.
Geese enjoying a blizzard swim on our pond.
Checking the driveway.
Snow blower with the big Massey Ferguson just before it broke three sheer bolts.
Barn side entrance full of snow.
Tree down at the shed-pens.
Branches down in grass turnout #1.
Equipment after a night of blizzard.
F250 and workshop, Sunday morning.
Massey Ferguson 1740 EH plows out the turnout lane. Neither the big PTO-driven snowblower or my Crafstman blower could handle this slushy stuff. We resorted to tractor buckets for most of the day.
Plowing between residence, milk house.
Plowing next to old red barn, heading east.
Kalinda kept a close eye on the horses throughout the day.
Digging out one of the turnout gates.
If you have to dig out gates, you might as well try making a snow angel.
“Rojita”, the Massey Ferguson 1740 EH purchased from Ron’s Equipment earned her cozy parking spot today
