In Northwest Oregon, we are comfortable with our temperate climate. It is a big event around here when the first snowfall closes schools, topples century old fir trees and creates mayhem all over the city proper. Away from big Portland, nestled out in the Coast Range, the first snow fall is treated as any other day with the cows needing morning and night feedings but it can be just as exciting.
Social media and texts are full of weather readings, measurements, and forecasts. When the questions started flying about how much snow I had, it was obvious to use the animals as gauges.
As the conditions changed throughout the day, the pictures of the herd changed as well. My camera was pulled from my pocket over and over trying to catch the herd as their snow measurements changed.
Predictions for strong east winds and the snow to change to sleet or silver-thaw kept us all on edge as the cows have a hard time walking on ice. Twisted ankles, broken hooves, even hip displacement can occur to the animals that are used to mud rather that a slippery, hard surface under them.
Luckily, on this day, it was just the snow measurements that made up the bulk of my pics as the ice did not appear in this area. We has some gusty wind for a while but no constant east winds that damage and uproot trees.