Fate finally met a force more powerful than she is, Mother Earth. After the wicked ice storm last night, the pasture was a skating rink, we had to stomp a path to the feeder for the sheep. Fate tried circling the flock as she loves to do, fell on her butt one, then slid right into a pole in front of the pole barn.

I will give her this, she kept at it until I made her stop, it’s a good way to break a leg or tear a ligament, as I well know. This is a first, I’ve never quite seen a pasture covered like that on our farm, not even last winter. An hour later, the temperature is 52 degrees here at the farm – 75 degrees higher than yesterday at this time, and the ice is gone, and the snow is melting. Rain on the way.

I wonder what the people who don’t believe in climate change are drinking, I’d like to try some.