Snowdrift

With the recent storms and winds, we had a big snowdrift against the window. Of course it was the window that is most popular for looking out.

The drift measured 16.5 inches high from the bottom of the window.

It was very difficult to see outside, even for Trail.

The past few days, the weather has been a a bit warmer and as a result there is a slow melt taking place and soon the drift against the window will be gone and the view restored.

Snowed in AGAIN!

We're still here and doing fine. Just been snowed in AGAIN.  Over the past six weeks, we have been snowed in four times.  Not in a oh the weather is too bad, lets stay home way. A real snowed in. No plows on the roads and then when the weather did improve enough for the plows, they were dealing with snowdrifts being reported as high as 18 feet on the roads.

The main difficulty we had was keeping the back doorway cleared so that the dogs could get out. Of course the sighted ones were able to jump over the snow to get into the yard but the blind girls refused to go out because they bumped into the snow that had blown against the door. With winds of 80-100km/hr (50-62miles/hr) it was an ongoing challenge to keep the steps cleared. 

Brook seemed to have the right idea. She surrendered.

I give up!

Well, no, actually she has been enjoying the snow this winter and having a good time rolling around in it. Once again, I need to remind myself that she cannot see and is not copying Callie.

They are the only two that do that.  Bill and Molly are enjoying eating the snow.  

Hiker just sat and looked cute.

Things are getting back to normal and before we know it, the snow will all be melted and it will be summer! (we hope)

Wordless Wednesday

Monday Mischief

Once in a while, the dogs get into things that they shouldn't.  

When I returned from the barn, I saw this

It is/was a pencil. Never did find the eraser end.

Later, Hiker was in her crate and Molly went over and stuck her head in. Hiker was not happy about that and she growled. Now, Hiker is, as you likely know, the most laid-back one of the pack.  I assumed that she had a Nylabone in there. Not common for her to be chewing a Nylabone but what else would she have?

Well, it wasn't a Nylabone.

That is the plastic bottle that I use to take the warm milk to the barn cats. Yes, warm milk. Its cold out there and if the milk starts out warm, there is a good chance they will drink it before it freezes.  I'm not sure how Hiker got the bottle but she was not giving it up. It took a very stern "drop it" for her to let it go.  

Look at these two. Hard to believe they would chew things they shouldn't.

Snowed in

Since our last post, we got snowed in for a couple of days. Literally, could not leave the property due to heavy snowfall and high winds.  Yesterday in the paper, there was an article that noted the recorded amounts of snow across the island for the month of February were 222.8cm or 7.30 feet. That is one heck of a lot of snow in one month. (too much)  Not to worry, we made it through and of course, all the dogs enjoyed it to varying degrees.

Once the storms stopped, the sun came out and we got outside as much as we could.

The interesting thing is, that because of the winds, there are places in the yard that have little snow, as in the picture above.  Other places have high ridges of snow.  The wind also blew small branches and clusters of needles off the trees along side the house. That is what you can see all over the ground. (It's not something that needs to be picked up, although that is what it looks like.)

The path to the barn is now knee-deep in most places. Luckily, the weather has been very cold recently so I've been able to walk on top of the snowbanks with only occasional footsteps breaking through. 

Our last post generated a couple of questions as to what the "new" barn cat's name is.  His name is Stripe. His new best friend in the barn is CC (chicken cat). CC is named that because she sleeps in the stall with the chickens.  Stripe is a lap cat and is quite happy to sit my lap if I have time to sit on an old milk crate and fuss him up a little after he has a drink of milk.  

At our place, there is always room for those that need a place to be.