I'm not complaining about the cold - not after looking at the temps our neighboring states to the north are "enjoying" these past few days. It's been chilly here the past few days, but our lows have been higher than the highs up there!
So yesterday it was in the 30's with a pretty good breeze and having been spoiled by last week's mid-50's I spent the morning debating: to walk, or not to walk. Walking would mean layering... and one direction or the other I was going to have to walk into or across the wind.
But the temps kept creeping incrementally in a warmer direction, and it was on the upward side of 35 by 3 PM when the sun finally poked out from behind the clouds, so I went down, cleaned the barn and being all warm from that, decided to go for my walk.
I walked south and east into the wind, figuring that it was going to cool off by the time I turned around and I wanted to have the wind behind me for the hike back. I could feel the temp easing back down, but the sun was still nice and warm, and when I turned around I actually unzipped my top layer. For about a 1/3 of the way, it was great.
Then the wind switched. And picked up.
Wind is NOT supposed to come from the northeast. And it was cold, too. My zipper went right back to the top, and I was really happy to turn that last corner toward home, even if it meant walking right into Mother Nature's AC vent.
Which is when I saw them... The boys - well, two of them - were up on the east creek bank. They haven't been going into the creek bed since it snowed because a) snow and b) melting. The footing down has been really slippery. And as far as I know, other than the first day's excited scramble up the steep slope, none of them have been on top on the other side. There's a perfectly good path along the creek toward the bridge and back up the other side at a gentle angle, but straight up the hill is SO much quicker. But Sunny and Rufus figured it out, and there they were. I'm so proud!
They'd been up there exploring long enough to nibble the bark off of a couple of the baby elm trees and leave poop piles up and down the fence, so they must have headed that direction right about the time I left.
It was closing in on time to pitch their evening hay, so I walked on up to the house to put my chore coat and boots back on, and by the time I got back out Thunder was up on top too. But I didn't figure they'd stay up there long once they saw me heading down to the barn. Sure enough, I could hear the mad scramble and lots of thudding headed my way - they get 2 cups of grain each in the mornings, but hope springs eternal that there might be more in the offing at night.