With a winter thaw comes ice.
I must have looked like a penguin as I shuffled in tiny little steps around our ice covered barn yard. Skates might have come in handy. Even after sanding there are icy patches the sander couldn't reach.
I haven't fallen yet but Bruce took a dive into a round bale as he was heading off an escaping steer at feeding time. The steer stopped on the ice and Bruce, after he recovered from his fall, was able to literally slide the puzzled steer back into the pasture.
The pig house is at the top of a hill that was slick with ice. Some of the pigs slipped and scrambled up the hill at feeding time. I wasn't sure they would all make it but they did. Food is a great motivator.