My Mum called the swirling, unpredictable winds we get here in New Mexico “spirit winds”. I sat in the front of the stable yard this morning with my coffee, watching the turbine vents on the hay barn – there are four of them and only one, then two would spin. Then a different one would spin. I thought about my Mum and found it fascinating to watch.
It started out cold this morning, in the 20’s in this high desert. We had winterized faucets and hoses and blanketed the most elderly (and truly “naked” horses who don’t grow winter coats, like Sage). I’m waiting for the sun to burn off the clouds before I pull their blankets.
We dress in layers here. Midday can turn quite warm. One must stay aware for the horses’ sakes and not leave blankets on as it warms up. But a frosty wind or some precipitation can chill the elders and special needs horses to the bone! It’s a balancing act, come winter.
Comet and Murray were full of themselves this morning! Both trotting to their hay and trying little “bucks” in the freezing air as I fed. I can never guess who will love or who will hate a frozen morning. Personally, I don’t mind… if there’s no wind!
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