I can't tell you what a relief it is to not be tackling the treachery of that frozen stuff.
However, now we have mud. Just as my blog friend Louise from the UK was describing.
But, I'm not complaining. Even though it's oozy, boot sticking, and slimy. I'll take it in place of the i.c.e.
The oozy, slimy donkey yard
It's tricky finding a high area that is relatively dry to throw hay and straw. Today, for the first time in quite a while the donks were allowed in the "compound" -- the fenced area surrounding the house. Maybe about an acre. Finally I felt it was safe for 16 little hooves to meander in the vicinity without fear of slipping accidents.
And we cannot forget our friends the cows, whom you met recently.
These are the outraged stares I get when I leave the area without throwing yet more carrots.