She was out in the far field when I arrived.She was out in the far field when I arrived. A honk of the pickup's horn got her attention, and she came running to the fence to greet me. It was a crisp winter's afternoon, and her breath misted in the cool air. It was obvious that she had been pla ying in the new-fallen snow, as her coat was simply covered in the icy white stuff. I opened the gate and walked up to her. We exchanged greetings and headed towards the warmth of the barn. Thankfully the barn was heated. It had been quite chilly outside, though the weather often did get worse than the -20 degrees that it was today. The barn was normally kept at 10 degrees, which made it comfortable, but still cool enough to require usi ng a sweater. Today, however, I had turned the thermostat up to a more pleasing 20 degrees. The sweet smell of fresh hay impregnated the air, combined with the smells of leather tack, dust, and most importantly, warm horse. The filly sighed contentedly, glad to be out of the chilly nipping of winter. |