I rushed out to the barn yesterday to give Lily a large serving of beet pulp with extra extra water. It was 35 degrees outside but the wind was starting to pick up. I think the forecast said it was 25 with the windchill at the time.
|Warm mare is warm|
She slurped up her mush while I set up a bag of beet pulp for that night. The BO had mentioned she was going to do warm bran mashes, so I asked if Lily could get soaked beet pulp instead. BO said no problem. I was really happy to see that all of the mares were using the run-in for once.
It's in a sweet location in the field: close to the gate, facing away from the wind, with trees on the opposite side of the run-in, so they have a wind break on both sides. BO has placed a round bale hut in this spot, but the round bale is almost gone. Lily went straight to stand in the run-in with her girl friends once I set her free.
This was the temperature last night when I got into the car at 2:00 am after work:
|Ok. Not negative. But still! It doesn't get this cold in this area!|
Of course, that was without the wind chill. With wind chill it was -15. Not complaining though. I'll take single digits over the monstrous negative temperatures that some have been having.
That didn't change the fact that it was still freaking cold, THE coldest temperature I've experienced to date, and despite 5 layers and the heat cranked to high, I still shivered violently in the car all the way home. Thankfully it's just a 10 minute drive!
Today I woke up earlier than I would have liked after working the night before, because I was determined to go out to the barn to give Lily her beet pulp and thus get extra water into her. It was 8 degrees outside. I could hear the wind howling outside of the apartment. The wind chill was supposed to be -20+.
Liz sent me a photo of herself dressed up to go to her barn in full ski gear. The windchill in WV was -40 today. I figured if she could do it with those inconceivable temps, I could certainly do it with -20.
So I got dressed and headed out the door. I wore:
- Cuddl Duds silk top
- Patagonia Synchilla fleece hoodie
- wool boucle turtleneck
- ELT fleece jacket
- Free Country 3-in-1 jacket
- fleece pajama pants (don't have regular yet)
- North Face ski pants (hand me downs from Liz)
- 1 pair of medium weight Smartwool socks, and 1 pair of regular wool socks
- flannel scarf
- fleece-lined knit cap
- SSG 10 Below gloves
- running sneakers (I usually wear running sneakers to the barn and switch to my snow boots once I get there. The snow boots live in the trunk of my car at the moment so I can access them at any time, including leaving work. The snow was almost gone when I got to the barn from Monday's rain, and the ground frozen solid, so there was no mud or wetness to deal with. I chose to just keep the sneakers on so I wouldn't have to remove my gloves to do up the laces of the snow boots. My feet stayed surprisingly warm thanks to the two pairs of socks, and I had extra mobility in actually being able to run around in the sneakers. Haha..)
* In case you didn't notice: DEATH TO COTTON! I do NOT wear cotton outdoors in the wintertime.
I stepped outside and was more than pleased to discover that while yes, it was cold, I wasn't cold. Success!
|I look like I'm going for an excursion on Everest. Sheesh.|
Drove to the barn to discover that the mares didn't have round bales yet. I texted BO to see what had happened. The round bales were delivered and Rolando was supposed to put them out the day before with the tractor. It had been hideously muddy, though, so Rolando had decided to wait until today.
Well, the tractor was frozen today. They couldn't get it to turn on.
That's how cold it was.
I could see where the mares had been thrown square bales to keep them eating; they were almost finished. I got 2 more bales and threw them out for the mares. It was 1:00 pm and I knew the mares would get more hay sometime around 4:00 pm. Lily came right up to me from the field, and I quickly haltered her and gave her her soaked beet pulp. I sat in the car with the heater blasting to wait for her to finish.
|Muddy mare enjoying her food.|
I'm looking forward to 30 degree weather again.
You know how baby chicks go "cheep-cheep-cheep", right? Ok. There is a popular joke back on the island that goes like this:
Once upon a time, there was a baby chick that lived in Puerto Rico that decided he really wanted to be a penguin. So he dressed up like a penguin and got on a plane to fly north. When the plane is finally arriving at the North Pole, the chick starts to say, "shi-shi-shi!" repeatedly.
The pilot turns around and says, "You look like a penguin, but penguins sure don't sound like that."
And the chick says, "Shi-shi-shit it's cold!!!"
I'm that chick right now.
Stay warm, my friends!