Cliff went out to check on the animals and found Blue stranded, downhill from the others. It's so slick out there, the horses can't walk without slipping and sliding. Cliff coaxed Blue up with the others somehow, but then he had to figure out what to do about water for all of them. Even though the in-ground waterer isn't far from where the horses are, there's no way they'd be able to get to it with the ice on the ground; and if they tried, they could fall and injure themselves.
So, my poor husband had to thaw out an outside hydrant, get a stock tank turned right-side up, run an extension cord and a stock-tank heater to the tank, and fill it. The horses can't get to their big bale feeder, either. Until the ice is gone, they'll be getting alfalfa, the small bales.
I bundled up and helped him some, but my goodness it's treacherous! The granddaughters both played outside for an hour or so, slipping and sliding, even though the temperature is 15 degrees.
Cliff isn't going to work today; the guy he rides with is sick, and our Grand Marquis is helpless on wintry roads.