MUD, caked in manes and tails. Caked in coats and eye-lashes. Too cold for baths, too wet for curry.

Oh, my, our ladies are feeling like youngsters!

Before noon yesterday, the ladies took out an old fence, dumped the water trough over, chased the barn cats till they were afraid to come off the barn roof, chased the dogs, too, and got caught trying to break into the feed room.

Oh, what will they do today?

Woo Hoo!!!! Tomorrow it will be above 40 degrees! The blankets will come off the ladies and they'll roll in the mud to their hearts content.  It should stay warm all week long! Oh, we can't wait to feel some sunshine on our withers and soft ground under our hooves.