Empty Winter Pastures

Frozen Over

Snapper Follows Todd Like a Puppy

The Horse Whisperer

No Accessible Water

A freeze has come early to Elmira Pond.

Todd crunches across the frozen blades of grass with a two-by-four to try and pound out a hole so the horses can drink. Already the ice is too thick for that.

Plan B has Todd hauling buckets of water to the mares. Each horse empties a 5 gallon bucket. They are thirsty, the grass is going dormant and their owners are mid-divorce each claiming the other is supposed to pick them up.

It's frustrating because we have no feed and now no water. Finally, one side shows up with a horse trailer and they are gone to a winter barn with water and hay.

Already I miss their presence. Grendel has sat at the window, looking for them. The pastures are empty and we await winter.