A few days ago, Mother Nature seemed to have some kind of meltdown. Not only did it snow (that was welcome enough), but the wind was so viscous that all you could see was white! And it was bitterly cold. It was so nasty I had a free day from work, but it was so nasty, I couldn't even use it to see my brumby! Here is a picture of Getty after she had been in the yard a few minutes watching me shovel the driveway. One of my co-workers is from Arkansas. This is her take on New England: This is no way to live.
But what I really wanted to write about in this post was a christmas present from Bill, that he gave me without even knowing it. I do not know if I have blogged about Bill's perpetual battles with porcupines. A few of his horses have actually been quilled and this makes him mad enough to get his gun and kill the offender. Well, I cannot stand the thought of a porcupine getting killed for simply being a porcupine. I wail about this to Bill often, and I like to think that since he met me, he doesn't reach for his gun so readily. And in fact, last week this is exactly what happened! He chose another tactic--a live and let live sort of strategy(!) Here is a clip he made just for me. It is funny and cute and warms my heart: