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Well I'm glad you're not getting an ice storm. That would NOT be fun with all those big tall fluffy trees. You'd be living under a brush pile when all the limbs got done falling off. Frozen hoses aren't fun either. If there's any way you can walk the water out of it before you put it under the house that would help.

Well, I weaned little Miss Ellie this weekend and she was NOT a happy camper. When I went to get her about 2:30 on Saturday afternoon, she loaded up in the 2-horse trailer like a big girl and rode over there all by herself just fine. I initially put her and Tennessee in the other pasture across the driveway from Bob, Grace and Hope, but she wasn't happy with that arrangement. She kept running the fence and hollering. I think she thought her Mama was on the other side so I finally moved them all together. She was REALLY unhappy then coz she found out that her Mama really wasn't there so she ran and hollered the rest of the afternoon. On top of that, Grace, Hope and Bob made it their personal mission in life to run the crap out of her any time she happened to look in their direction. I felt so sorry for her. It was getting dark and she was so tired and sweaty that I just put her and Tennessee up in the barn and left them there for the night. I figured she'd get a little sleep that way and might do a little better the next day. I went back over there about 7 on Sunday morning and she seemed a little calmer. The other horses were hanging around the barn gate so I think they might have gotten a little better accquainted through the gate overnight. I gave everybody a little snack, although I don't usually feed in the mornings, and all hell broke loose. It seems that somebody had flipped a piece of poop in Bob's bucket and I didn't notice it when I poured his feed in there, so he's making awful faces and doing his best horsey immitation of gagging. Then he goes and takes Hope's bucket away from her and she tries to move in on Grace who is having none of it. And while all this is happening, Tennessee has finished his and muscled Ellie out of hers so she runs out into the thick of the arguement between Bob, Grace and Hope. I thought somebody was going to get their lights kicked out before it was over but nobody did. But if looks could kill, Grace would've vaporized everybody there. After that I hung around for a couple of hours and everybody seemed to settle down into a routine. The rules seemed to be that Ellie was to stay at least 25 yards away from everybody else. Poor girl! But at least she wasn't running and hollering continuously like she was before. She'd get as close as she could and graze or just stand and look and they might make a half-hearted run at her occasionally but that was all, so I decided to leave them alone to work it out. They were fine last night when I went to feed. Ellie was still a little unsure about how to get to her bucket without upsetting everybody but we worked it out. I think they're gonna be fine, but it'll be a while before they accept her. Weaning is always such a hard time for them, but at 8mths old, she was more than old enough for it.