(As found in “Horse Rhymes” by B. Fowler–available on Amazon.com. See “Writing” tab above.)
I took my horse’s blanket off
I thought it would be nice
She’d roll and run and have a blast
I shrugged and rolled the dice.
My gamble didn’t quite pay off
For storms and rain and snow
Have thundered ‘cross the sky this week
And oh, the wind did blow
I tried to reason out my choice
But really couldn’t see
Naught but my pony shivering
Out there because of me
Today is supposed to reach 50 degrees. The ponies are staying blanketed all morning, and if I have to remove the blankets midday, that’s fine. I’m constantly checking the temperature to make sure the ponies aren’t out roasting alive out there.
It’s a constant worry that I’ll leave the blankets on too long and the horses will be overly warm in the pasture. The problem is, of course, that if the blanket is on and the horse sweats, when it comes time to remove the blanket, the horse will be wet–and then become cold when the blanket’s removed. So far, I’ve never had that happen–but I’m extra vigilant on days like today. The problem remains that if the blankets are off, the horses will become wet anyway (from the rainy, slushy stuff coming down)–a catch-22. I fear I’d have the issue mentioned in the poem above.
So I’ll watch the weather. Scrutinize the thermometer outside the kitchen window. Test the weather by walking outside without my coat on. Hopefully, we’ll get to springtime–and we won’t need blankets at all.