Forty One degrees, rainy, windy. Cold is here. Jess spent one of the last few nice days splitting wood. Scott and Jess had cut up a bunch of logs into rounds, and we borrowed a hydraulic splitter from a neighbor. Jess ran the splitter, and I pitched splits into the truck, made another pile, and brought rounds for her to split.
This morning Dave's horses behind us were out. Scott found them when he pulled up from work. They didn't go far, just eating grass shoulder high on them, on the side of the drive. He got one caught by the flymask, and the other two followed and bolted into the short pasture. I bundled up in my Carharts, and went out to help case them down. They were caught in the pasture, but in no mood to be caught up. They ran, they bucked, they acted like they hadn't seen a person before in their lives. Scott got a bucket of grain and suddenly they were ready to be caught. They ran and bucked like wild things again after we turned them loose out back at Dave's again. Jess and I had to bundle up again later and go lash down the hay tarps again. The wind has been crazy here for two days. So I decided hot, fresh bread sounded wonderful. It's in the over as we speak. Another twenty mins and yummiE.