This is the kind of snow we've been expecting with each Advisory. This time, no warning, just a mention that we had a slight chance of snow. We've had eight inches throughout the day and it's still snowing.
Yesterday, just on the off chance that we'd get more than just a smidge of snow, I threw an entire bale for Her Highness. I found that if I put the bale in her stall, she would stand at the door and eat off of it. She still won't go into the stall, but she'll eat her hay from the doorway. Crazy girl.
It wouldn't kill her to do a day without oats, but I wanted to check on her, so Ripley and I battled our way down the dirt county road to check on her.
|Hanging out by her house.|
|Oh, okay, I'll grant you an audience.|
|Mom, the oats go out there, not in the scary stall.|
|Right here. This is where they go.|
|What? Just put the oats already.|