We got another dose of snow today. About 3-4" of wet, wet stuff. It was all right because what followed in the afternoon was warm and sunshiny which made some of this. Mud!
Mud means different things to different people. To me, mud means we've had a good snow or a good rain that soaked into the ground. It means that the run-off is going to fill reservoirs and stock ponds, creeks and wadis, and puddles. It means fresh water for livestock and wildlife to drink. It means grass, wildflowers, and hay meadows will get enough to drink to bring them up, full of life! It means that robins will have mud for their nests in April. Ducks and children will have their fun wading and waddling in it. And lest you think my definition a bit lofty, mud also means my mudroom lives up to it's name. The dog shakes her muddy body as she tracks in, the boots come in and leave globs everywhere, and my mop and bucket are always wet and on-the-ready. It does help if we give our boots a good slap-together outside before bringing them in, but sometimes we forget. Ah well.
These are the cows that are the most likely to calf in the next week or so. We sorted them up by calving dates and this bunch is on the hill by our house for close observation. Normally, we do not keep the mature cows this close, but the pastures where they would normally be calving are still knee deep in snow and there is nowhere for them to be. So for now, this is where the action happens. With all this melting, perhaps we will get to those pastures with cows soon.
These little girls are all cozy and dry under the shelter in the straw. The babies that are born out there in the small pasture are sledded in to a place in the corral where it is dry. The calves can at least have a little dry, warm time with their mothers before the are kicked out into the wide world of mud.
Just a couple days after the Vernal Equinox, the Western Meadowlarks began to sing. What a joy! Come (scroll down), take a listen, and feel the joy!