It rained during the night, just enough to warm things up to produce fog. Misty morning, the trees are dripping from the rain and melting ice. The ground is still covered in ice; crunch, crunch, crunch. Slippery in spots because water is pooling on top of the ice.
We left everybody in yesterday and they seemed to enjoy being in, being together. Their stalls weren't any worse for wear, no evidence of stall walking or any other stall-bound habit.
Tom let them out while I cleaned up, filled water buckets, etc., so they did get a chance to stretch their legs. They all came in willingly when I called them back. I can easily maneuver KC around, even without a halter. I can pull on his mane, his coat or just point with my arm. Skip, not so much. Skip usually will go right into his stall, but sometimes he has to do his walk-about, going all the way around the barn, smelling this, looking at that, and nonchalantly walking into his stall. He owns the place, right?
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