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12/26/2002: "A VERY White Christmas"
So, Christmas came and went, and it wasn’t as hard as I had expected it to be. For one thing, it was WHITE! After having virtually NO snow so far, that big storm that has wreaked so much havoc over the country grazed us overnight on Christmas Eve. We got up on Christmas Morning to 5 or 6 inches of snow, with drifts much deeper. It DID cause poor Mike to fire up the snow blower and make us a path to the barn to feed breakfast. The barn is close behind the house, but some of those drifts were knee high on me. It was BEAUTIFUL, and we weren’t going anywhere anyway!
Brenda had told me that Indy loved snow, and she was right. As I was fixing their breakfast alfalfa mash, I could see him out the kitchen window just frolicking up a storm. Ami was in the barn watching Indy like she thought he was crazy. There was some old hay in the outside feeder, and he was eating that instead of the fresh hay inside the barn. Guess he just wanted to be out in all that wonderful snow.
After giving them their breakfasts -and their Christmas apples -, we put more hay in the outside feeder. The next time we looked out, they both were eating there. In fact, they managed to demolish it so well that I had to put more out at lunch. This in spite of the full hay feeders IN the barn. Ami doesn’t love plowing around in the snow quite like Indy does, but she didn’t want to appear to be a TOTAL wimp!
I mostly just hung out with Indy and Ami Christmas afternoon - did a bit of grooming and gave them a couple more apples apiece. This being Indy’s first Christmas with us, I wanted to spend time with him. Of course, I thought a lot about DJ and Nicky, but being around Indy and Ami helped.
As I mentioned before, Indy made it quite clear that a girth for the saddle was NOT an acceptable Christmas present for him. Somehow, I didn’t think it would be, so I got a bushel of apples for him and Ami to split. I THINK he likes those a LOT better than the new girth.
