Nothing like a snowy day at the barn.

Nothing like a snowy day at the barn.

This week I opted not to ride again, as sad as that is. It was frigid. Again. But what really stopped me was the snow. It was coming down fast and heavy and I didn’t really want to get stranded at the barn after my ride! Luc didn’t seem to mind the break, and in fact was quite content to just hang out in the shelter and eat his expertly prepared meal – made by Jen not me. He gets what looks to some like an insane amount of food. The giant feed tub is packed to the brim. But he is a pretty big boy after all.

The only problem with the amount of food Luc gets is the amount of time it takes him to eat it all. Jen and I huddled in the shelter with him, bouncing up and down to keep out the cold. We also had the very important job of keeping the other horses out of the shelter. Not because Luc isn’t capable, he’s the herd boss after all, but more because then he gets distracted and takes even longer to eat!

Luc eats his meal with a few onlookers.

Luc eats his meal with a few onlookers.

Jen took care of keeping the curious horses out with an entertaining song and dance routine. I didn’t think her musical number was that bad, but the horses certainly thought otherwise. They scooted backwards out of the shelter at record speed. Guess she doesn’t have a career on Broadway!

Now normally we would have brought Luc inside to eat in a stall, but honestly he hates it in there and it isn’t any warmer than outside. Even outside where he’s happiest, it took him close to an hour to finish his food. My fingers and toes were frozen by the time he was finished.

After brushing off the copious amount of snow that had built up on our car we headed home. Luc I’m sure spent the rest of the day happy in his shelter.

Can I say again how happy I’ll be when spring finally gets here? I know once it’s here there will still be lots of challenges – like knee high mud and rain. Until it gets here I’ll continue to fantasize about how great it will be.

So here’s to thoughts of spring, where winter coats are packed away, frozen toes are nothing but a distant memory, and green fields are beckoning for me to head out for a ride in them.