A Wild and Wooly Weekend

We hoped for a March Miracle and we got one.  No rain in February was unprecendented and not a good thing for California’s water supply.  An inadequate snow pack in the Sierras means water rationing in the summer.

I think we got all of February’s rain over the weekend.

It started with a soaking rain which developed into a torrential downpour.  The horse were snug in the barn so the rain was a good thing.  It was rather fun to watch, from the warmth of the hearth room, actually.

Saturday evening the rain turned to snow.  Nasty snow.  Heavy, wet, limb breaking, tree toppling, power-line-snapping heavy snow.    We lost power, of course.  It still isn’t back.  Tomorrow, if we are lucky.  The telephone line sagged under the weight of the snow, then pulled away from the house and draped itself elegantly over the pasture fence.  Fortunately, the horses were in the barn so we didn’t have to worry about them running into/through/decapitating themselves on the wire.

The snow continued to cover us in slush on Sunday and finally left this morning.  The sun was out, and the horses were all staring longingly at their pastures.  The house sparkled.  It is magical when the sun bounces off the snow,

We couldn’t move Tex, Lucy and Luek back to their pasture because of the telephone wire.  We put Tex with Flash and Pistol in their pasture because Tex gets along with both of them great.  We put Lucy and Luek (Romeo and Juliet) in with the donkeys.  They all proceeded to race around, jumping the stream, circling the pond (where the geese sat  safely, watching), and kicking up the snow.

Luek seemed rather fascinated by the snow.  He took a big bite and walked around chewing and licking, trying to figure it out.

Tex, of course, immediately rolled in the snow.  He loves making snow angels.