I know it's cold when the border collies are asking to go back into the heated garage BEFORE we're done barn chores.
I know it's cold when my horse wearing a heavyweight blanket WITH full neck cover is shivering.
I know it's cold when the injured horse's blood froze on his leg before it clotted. He understandably wasn't happy with being hosed off to get cleaned up before bandaging.
I know it's cold when my nose runs and it freezes before it drips.
Any other cold Wednesday morning stories?
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