January 17, 2007
Snow day
It was cold when I got up and I spent my morning benefits time breaking and melting ice on waterers, cleaning up around the barn and feeding. I was really glad to come in because I got a chance to warm up.
The Western sky threatened rain and I wondered if my commute to Hollywood was going to be slow. Leaving at my usual time, it began to spit about a half-mile from my house and by the time I got to the freeway the ground was white and it was snowing heavily. For the midwest that may be no big deal, but we only get snow about once every ten years.
There was consternation in the henyard. The birds took one look at the newly whitened ground and figured out that it was much safer to wait inside until the crisis had cleared. By mid-day, the snow had melted and the birds ventured out to scratch for any bugs that the dampness had turned up

 

What is this white stuff on the ground?