Meanwhile, the temperature dropped as low as 18°F. It was gray, cold, and for once, the snow stuck around for awhile. Mr. Fry bought 4 square bales at a time and we started pumping extra groceries into everyone to help them stay warm. Poco was fine, but Jaz and Baby D were cold.
Heather has blankets in every possible size, and lent Daltrey this one. I already need to trade it out for a bigger one. Although adjustable, this is about the biggest it will go. It's a little short on the caboose.
A tiny brag on my boy: It took all of about 2 minutes to convince him the blanket wouldn't eat him. I didn't even have a lead rope on him.
Farrier day was the day prior to the snow storm — perfect cast.
Blue sky — how novel.
The nice weather didn't last. It's gray, foggy, and damp, with brief periods of rain so light, it's more like heavy mist. Temps are in the low 40s; no need to blanket. I will be enjoying the day inside with Mr. Fry until it's time once again to don my other persona:
What's it like in your part of the world?