Yesterday, tiny crystals of cold jaggedy ice rained down out of the sky, clattering through the trees and onto the ground, tinkling like the harnesses of a hundred prancing celestial horses. It was a curious sound. As they fell they packed into each other like sharp gravel, like rock salt on a fish. Then as the temperatures rose the frozen rain turned to molten rain. 
I went out into the rain, carefully skating on the wet ice, without Camera house, (we have all seen rain, though not very often lately but the camera was not coming out in that weather) and fed the animals. The barn is a lovely place to be in the rain, all cosy, with everyone munching contendedly. Daisy’s water trough is set up to fill from the rain water that runs off the barn roof so I scooped water from there to fill all the other water buckets. So much easier than lugging buckets of water from the house. 
As I went to and fro between the buildings the rain turned back to ice again. My wet farm coat became quite confused and began to freeze solid with me in it so inside I went.
While my clownsuit and coat steamed in front of the fire TonTon and I spent the afternoon doing Sunday things, visiting as many of you as my poor beleagured slow-as-a poke internet connection could manage, writing and reading. Bliss.
Good morning. I am always so grateful to you for dropping in and yet sometimes all I have is a little ice, a little more rain and a warm fire. It is blowing outside as I write this morning. I was hoping for a sunrise through those piled up ice crystals and frozen rain but I think my weather event has been blown away.
Today Hairy MacLairy, the big Dorset ram, is being moved back in with Daisy. Hairy is such a big sheep and yesterday, when we were in the barn, I saw him back up and launch himself straight into the side of Mia to shove her away from the feed. This is one thing when they are out in the paddock, but when they are in a pen due to the weather – he is smashing her into a wall. Not good. Plus, now that the Mia and Mama are moving into the latter months of their pregnancies, they need a little extra feed and that Hairy MacLairy is quite fat enough.
It takes a wee bit of reshuffling and there will be protests but it is better in the long run.
Have a lovely day.
celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
54 responses to “Rain and Ice, Ice and Rain”
Our internet is much slower here in NH than it was in Washington. I feel your pain. Uploading multiple pictures for the blog is enough to make me want to jump out of my skin. The farm animals sound like naughty children sometimes!
Looking forward to spring and some warm weather! ~ April