We have had over a week of thaw now, and I have been doing yip yippee dances as land emerges. I managed to convince myself that the snow in the fields would be 'almost' gone too, despite the fact that there has been no traffic of either animal or vehicle over them all winter.
At this point is should declare my level of self-delusion as I actually walk on one edge of those fields every morning with the dogs, so I know how much snow the really is.....
So today I took Riley out of the field and tacked him up. He was mighty suspicious of what was going on that he didn't even eat the Haynet in front of him. For the last 5 months he has either been trailered to friends subdivisions, or the arena so it is a loooong time since he hacked out on his own.
So off we went, merrily down the road. Well, I was merry, Riley was considering his options.
Then we turned into the field and NO, the snow had not gone. It is deep, very deep. And as the temperature was circa 4deg C, it was also wet, and heavy. Riley thought I had lost my marbles, and that if I wanted to trudge into the middle of a field knee deep in snow then I could have kept him out of it.
But he soldiered on
and we got round the field. Well done that chap. There are many moments that I am glad that I have a sturdy horse with plenty of bone, and today I was grateful in droves.