We had 10 inches of rain between Saturday and Monday. Had it been snow, it could easily have stacked up to more than 100 inches! Instead, we had mud. More mud than I remember seeing — ever.
Saturday we had heavy rain and high winds. The combination pulled down several of our fiberglass poles for our temporary electric fence. My husband and I went down to fix the fencing and came home soaked to the skin and cold to the bone. The field was about five inches of mud over ice. Driving those poles in was a chore.
When I went to the barn on Sunday the rain was steady and there was a stream running through the paddocks. Not just a trickle, either. There was a current! One of our paddocks was almost completely under water and if you stepped in the wrong place, you sunk. At one point I sunk about 8 inches down into the mud. Deep, sucking mud that wouldn’t let go. I thought I might need to leave my muck boots behind but I hate coming home in mud soaked socks.
I felt sorry for the horses. We don’t lock them in their stalls. I’d rather have them out and about than deal with horses that go nuts when they are finally let out. Mostly they are standing in the barn and looking out. But it’s wet in there, too. There is water oozing up through the floor. There’s no point to putting down shavings; they are wet before you can turn around and there is no place to put the muck. You couldn’t push a wheelbarrow more than a foot or two, and that was when it was empty. I am so glad that Freedom is still barefoot. It’s nice not to worry about keeping shoes on his feet.
It was a big relief when the sun finally came out. We’ve had splendid weather the past two days — sunny and in the 60s. The relief amongst both humans and horses has been palpable. The first day of sun, I stopped by the barn in the afternoon. The horses were so desperate for sunlight that all three had waded through the pond-that-used-to-be-their-pasture, to stand in the last remaining rays.
The next day I found them all sleeping in the sun (on high ground) just enjoying the warmth.
The big question is — how long will it take to dry up? Where I live the flooding has closed roads, closed schools, and generally destroyed basements.