Monday, October 5, 2009

Forecasting Weather the Natural Way

When I was a kid my mom lived in a trailer on my Grandparents farm. I spent every waking moment that I was not in school literally following in my Grampa's steps. He taught me how to "listen" to the world around me. Naturally most of my world is animals.

The animals in my life are telling me that it's going to be a long, cold winter. Living in Cincinnati we don't see "winter" until late November. We've actually had years where we were wearing short sleeves at Christmas. Not this year.

Bonnie and Rosie have been shedding out their summer coats since late August. Bonnie has about as much of a winter coat now then she had all last year.

And I think Rosie's winter coat is light in colour as her legs are turning a nice caramel colour. Being the first winter I've had her I'm excited to see what happens. She's also growing a nice beard that you can barely see in the picture.

And then tonight while Jim and I were at the barn finishing up the electric fence repairs I found this Wooly Worm.

According to folk lore it's the brown band on a Wooly Worm that is the indicator of harshness of winter. The thinner the band of brown the more harsh the winter. As you can see he's all black.


  1. Yikes!! That's one very big band! I'm not in the mood for a long, cold winter. Oh well....snow is very pretty!

  2. The critters do seem to know, don't they? Marley started growing his winter coat in early September; Misty started a couple weeks ago. And I've been told the squirrels have been extra busy gathering their food storage. We're expecting a harsh winter here too. My DH will be excited to use his new snow blower more that last year. Very interesting about the wooly worm.

  3. My late great pony Jamie always predicted the winter weather accurately. Not just how long and how severe but whether or not it would be cold and dry or warmer and full of snow. My remaining ponies are not nearly so accurate and I miss the heads up his hair coat always gave me.

  4. I used to amaze my hubby when we'd pass a farm and all the horses were standing head down butt facing the same direction. I'd say it's going to storm and it's going to come from "that" direction. Indicating the direction the rumps were facing. He'd look around at the blue skys and say "No.. nice weather". Within an hour thunder storm and wind.


Happy Trails!